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it's not living if it's not with you ── s. itoshi

synopsis: if it's meant to be, it will be genre: ex2lovers, arranged/fake dating, celebrity!au, pro!au, fluff, angst with happy ending, sharing a bed, 2nd chances, ... word count: 12.3k warnings: reader and sae aged up 22+, implied sex towards the end, reader has a hint of social anxiety/claustrophobia, i think sae is a little ooc in some scenes, lmk if i missed some notes: THERE YOU HAVE IT SAEISTS.. MY 1K SPECIAL!! THIS IS THE SUPER SECRET SAE FIC I'VE BEEN TEASING EVERYONE ABOUT FOR LIKE A WEEK NOW AND IT'S FINALLY IN FRUITION! <3 here's a lil sae brainrot to show my gratitude to you guys ^_^ fellow saeists who also consume an unhealthy(?) amount of sae content...... this fic is also dedicated to the loml my bae aeri @saerins for taking ur time of day to beta-read and to my angel baby sage @invsu as well <33 ilu guys extras: i made a playlist for this bc i am insane like that and without further a do.. sit back, relax and enjoy! lmk what u guys think either in the tags or comments bc i rlly worked hard on this for like a week and i jus couldn't stop writing! talk abt a sae earworm... ++ if u guys find theres a lot of the 1975 references.. its bc i was listening to their songs as i made this lawl .. tmi!

001.

you didn’t really put into consideration how awkward it actually was to be working on a modeling gig with your ex boyfriend.

the pay was obviously really good that’s why you even agreed to book it in the first place, especially since it was for a famous luxury brand and their fragrance line

so imagine your horror when you walk into set and see your ex posing for the cameras.

you silently hoped that it was just his solo shoot and not with you because your manager did mention that you would be having a partner for this photoshoot

the photographer greets you with a hug and compliments your outfit for the shoot. a white, sultry open neckline dress. the theme of the shoot was it was set on the beach with a sunset background

he instructs you to lay on the makeshift sand and tells you to start posing for your solo shots.

after a couple of clicks, the photographer compliments you on your professionalism on set and then calls your ex boyfriend.

“sae! time for the couple shots i told you about” the photographer calls out to sae who was on his makeup chair. your eyes widened in realization that he was, in fact, your partner for today’s shoot

you tried to look at your manager for some help but it was no use. your manager was busy talking to other people on set. you can feel your heart beating faster by the minute as sae walks closer to you

he was wearing something similar to what you were wearing. dress pants and a white oversized unbuttoned polo. his exposed toned abdomen was probably the main highlight of his outfit with it glistening under the studio lights.

you bit your lip and looked away. sae has always been eye candy, there was no denying that. you were surprised yourself when you managed to bag him during his rookie days, but now that he was almost, if not an A list celebrity with his elite status in the world of football, you can almost say that itoshi sae was totally out of your league

you come back to your senses when the photographer claps his hands and muses how you and sae have insane chemistry that he has ever witnessed. you let out a little huff at the comment.

‘if only he knew’ you think to yourself, avoiding sae’s gaze as much as possible

the shoot starts and the photographer instructs sae to hover over you while holding the perfume bottle. sae nods and does what he’s told, he’s a professional after all. he wouldn’t let his personal feelings interfere with his work. that was the golden rule in the industry

you locked eyes with sae for the first time in years. he still had those fiery teal eyes that gets you weak in the knees each time. your eyes slowly dart from his eyes to his lips.

“keep doing that y/n!” the photographer cheers, clicking away on his camera. did you do something in your past life that you would inevitably end up in an awkward situation like this. a situation wherein you and your ex lover, in a position where you two are posing like an actual couple

your eyes flicker back from sae’s lips to his eyes again. for a second there you thought you felt a spark, a connection, an old flame that has been rekindled at that very moment.

til it all comes back to you in a flash

you forgot you hated him. you hate itoshi sae and you could’ve sworn itoshi sae hated you too.

the bitter taste is still in your mouth after all these years. how could you forget the man who broke your little heart in two?

it was childish really. looking back at it now, where you were merely just starting out as a rookie model and sae being the same, a rookie at his profession. just two kids having a similar situation in two whole different industries. it was hard not to get entangled.

you were always known to be sae's long time lover. you were always supportive of his games. present whenever you can, sitting at the exclusive VIP section of the stadiums, wearing his number on your back; and if you weren’t able to attend due to your own schedules, you would still manage to find the time to support him. may it be posting an instagram story that you were watching him on your phone while you were getting your makeup done or wearing his jersey on the day of the game

sae was the same. he would always be seen wearing the stuff from brands you’ve modeled for. from jewelries to exclusive clothing lines, sae would always be seen wearing them, his silent way of showing support in your own craft.

you were proud of him, and he was proud of you too.

but as all things are, good things come and go. even in the most unexpected times.

there were already rumors circulating that you and sae were ready to tie the knot, some news outlets even stating that maybe you two have gone ahead and tied the knot at some island during your secret little rendezvous. (having been caught going to santorini for more than multiple occasions)

the public has always been supportive of your relationship throughout the years. even earning the title as the nation’s sweethearts with how they’ve seen your relationship blossom from puppy love to what they call as “true love”

with the news that the nation’s sweethearts have parted ways, the public was as heartbroken as you.

sae suddenly called it quits after almost five years of dating. it was after he has been taken under the wing of real madrid’s division A where his career as a midfielder really took off. to make matters even worse, he broke it off at the same place he claimed you as his.

since then, you’ve sworn to hate him. you’ve resented him. you felt like all those years that you two have built was nothing. you couldn’t even believe him at first when he spat out the words “we’re over” like it was nothing.

five years, five years worth of unforgettable firsts. five fucking years to unlearn everything.

you were absolutely crushed back then. you even took a hiatus with everything going on in your life. you were a mess. you actually can’t believe sae had no remorse over this. were the five years you were together nothing for him? all those tears you two have shed, the firsts of everything, all those precious memories, were they all nothing?

it hasn’t even been a year or so but it seemed like sae already moved on, which added more salt to your already open wound. he was flourishing with his career while all of this was going on. sae has been photographed multiple times leaving clubs with lipstick stains all over his neck.

it stung of course. seeing him move on with his life as if he didn’t just ruin yours. that very night, you swore to yourself that you will never forgive itoshi sae for what he did.

never again would you open your heart to someone like itoshi sae.

itoshi sae, the man who broke your heart into two.

“earth to y/n?” the photographer snaps his fingers in front of you, breaking your little trance.

you apologize to the photographer, your cheeks heating up at the realization that you really got lost in your thoughts the moment you’ve met eyes with sae.

“as i was saying,” the photographer eyes you and sae, “the shoot is over. well done” he bows, motioning the people behind the scenes to clap for you and sae

almost immediately you stood up from your awkward position from sae. intentionally avoiding his hand that was held out for you to take. (you hate how he was still a gentleman to you, even after all these years)

you look around for your manager and strut towards him.

“we’re leaving. now” you say with no emotion in your voice, even walking farther ahead from your now confused manager.

he takes a look around on what could’ve made you pissed off but sees no one but itoshi sae in the flesh.

“but y/n, itoshi sae is here-” your manager gets cut off when there was a loud slam of a door nearby. he winces when he realizes it was you. he turns around and bows his head at the people on set.

“i apologize for y/n’s actions”

with that, your manager runs after you.

sae could only stare at your direction with mixed feelings. a part of him was relieved that he got to see you again after all these years, yet he doesn’t understand why he was feeling off to find out that you still resented him. i mean, that was what he expected for his own actions all those years ago.

with a click of a tongue, he goes back to his own manager so they can finally go home after a long day.

you don’t even know why you were crying. tears blurring your vision as you try to find the exit out of this damned building.

you harshly wipe your tears, opening the last door to your left. you were met with the harsh, cold air of japan. you weren’t looking where you were going, barely even noticing that someone was by the door til you bumped into them.

the steel floors were making it hard to walk in your heels. so when you bumped into the said stranger, you lost your balance.

the stranger had quick reflexes. they immediately caught you by your waist and your hands flew to their chest to keep yourself steady. you looked up at the stranger to apologize only to meet eyes again with the same teal eyes that belonged to no one other than sae fucking itoshi

you don’t know how long you two have been in this position until you see a bright flash in your peripheral vision.

you have just been papped by paparazzi with your ex boyfriend and sworn enemy, itoshi sae.

002.

the headlines in both social media, news outlets and the such were exactly how you expected it.

it was crazy.

the general public going wild, thinking that the once famed couple were now back together after how many years.

your phone was blowing up with emails upon emails. calls from friends and relatives to confirm the news themselves that you’ve been seeing sae again. you look at your manager beside you apologetically as he receives another phone call from what you think is another e-news outlet asking if the rumors circulating were true.

you have been summoned by your company for an emergency meeting as the whole situation was getting out of hand.

that was when you realize how big of a name itoshi sae was after all these years of blocking his name on twitter.

your PR team is currently a mess. they are currently working their asses off to put out a good story for your sudden reunion with the famed midfielder.

“how many times do i have to tell you to be careful being papped after a shoot?” the head of your PR team, pinches the bridge of their nose. clearly this wasn’t the first time around

“i was!” you defend yourself, “i didn’t even know it was him til i looked up..” you murmured

your manager facepalms at your response. how did you not know it was sae?

“so what i’m getting here..” the head puts their glasses on the table, “you didn’t “know” that it was the itoshi sae, your partner for this specific photoshoot, the famed midfielder of real madrid, itoshi sae?” they quote, looking at you like you just grew another head

you nod in content, “exactly” you grin, putting your thumbs up. in hopes it raises the mood. (it doesn’t, unfortunately)

“y/n, i hope you know this isn’t just something we can brush under the rug. this is not the same situation with yukimiya kenyu where you two were caught being cozy in his car”

“yuki was literally just driving me home! and we’re close friends!” you defend yourself, yet again.

“exactly! yukimiya is a close friend! while itoshi sae is not. that’s why this is such a big deal!”

you slump back to your seat. okay, maybe they were right. this was a lot harder to get around with especially since the public knows about your past relationship.

“luckily for you, we have talked things out with itoshi sae’s management,” it was your manager’s turn to talk. he stands up from the seat beside you and walks over to your PR team’s head. they exchange glances before nodding.

“we have come up with a way that this whole issue will be over soon” your manager starts.

as if on cue, the doors of the meeting room suddenly open. you take a look on who could be entering this sacred room this late. surely it couldn’t be more of your PR team as they were all already present in the room.

there stood with their hand still on the doorknob is no one other than sae, with his manager right behind him.

your jaw drops as you put two and two together.

you whipped your head towards your manager and the head of your PR team in both horror and disbelief.

no, it can’t be…

“you two will now be in an arranged relationship for the meanwhile. until your situation dies down” sae’s manager finishes, taking a seat next to sae, who took the seat next to you.

you could see your manager squeeze his eyes shut, knowing where this is going. you were about to have a fit right here right now.

“WHAT?!” you let out a loud scream. the whole floor probably heard you.

sae also winces at how ear-piercing your scream was.

you abruptly stood up from your seat, snatching your purse from the table and stomped out of the meeting room. not forgetting to slam the door shut on the way out.

immediately you called up your two closest friends, reo and yukimiya to meet you at your apartment ASAP.

003.

“so you’re telling me– us,” yukimiya pauses, looking between you, who has mascara running down your cheeks and reo, who was busy rubbing circles on your back as he hands you another tissue for you to blow your nose on, “that you are going to be in an arranged relationship with your ex, itoshi sae.. am i getting that right?” yukimiya confirms, waiting for your response

you nod before blowing your nose and throwing the now used tissue on the rising pile of tissues behind you.

“this is the worst day of my fucking life” you cried out, reaching out to reo to cry on his shoulders.

“oh, y/n” reo sighs, pulling you into his embrace as you cry your eyes out.

you pull away from reo’s embrace, “i mean, why him, why now?!” you rambled, words getting choked up.

both reo and yukimiya could only frown. after all, even with their power, money and status, there was nothing they could do to help with your situation.

your doorbell suddenly rings, catching all three of you in surprise. who could be at your door right now?

yukimiya took the initiative of opening the door, only to be met with the eyes of the itoshi sae. barely noticing your manager behind him.

sae raises his eyebrow at the man in front of him. who was he and why was he at your apartment?

“yukimiya-san! i didn’t know you were over..” your manager sheepishly greets yuki, trying to break the growing tension between him and sae.

“who’s out there, yuki?” you croak out, trying to take a peek at the door from reo’s shoulders.

“it’s me, y/n” you hear your manager call out. you look at reo in confusion. what was your manager doing here?

gradually, you slowly stood up from your kitchen island and walked over to your front door.

now, you just expected a scolding from your manager from your little fit back at the company, that’s why he was at your place or so you thought. what you didn’t expect that you’d see itoshi sae again but this time, in your own space.

“have you lost your fucking mind?” you shot a look at your manager, who only winces as a response.

“y/n- i can explain-“

“i made him take me here” sae speaks up for the first time. you felt your breath hitched. it’s been so long since you last talked to him, let alone heard him speak. (you’ve done everything you can and blocked every single thing related to sae. that meant interviews, news articles, you name it, you had his name and everything blocked and muted)

sae invites himself inside your apartment with your manager following suit as you stand there at your front door, stunned.

reo is equally as shocked as you are when he sees itoshi sae casually walk to your living room as if it was his. before reo could open his mouth to say something, you come running in, fuming.

“who the fuck told you you can come inside MY house” you spat. your attitude turning a whole 180.

sae only raises an eyebrow at you. “our team” he casually says. he then looks at your manager and cocks his head towards your direction. like he was trying to get your manager to tell you something.

“what now?!” this time it was your manager’s turn to get yelled at by you. he winces again before checking for something in his ipad.

“since you um.. walked out at our meeting earlier today… both managements has come to terms that you and itoshi sae would be living together for the meantime”

silence fills the room, the entire apartment if we were being honest

your vision goes dark, the next thing you know and you black out.

as you slowly regain your consciousness, you hear some people talking. well, to you it sounded like they were slurring because you couldn’t really comprehend what they were saying. slowly, you open your eyes. the first person you see is a frantic reo who seemed to be fanning your face with yukimiya holding your hand

“where am i?” you grunt, feeling some dull ache on the back of your head and lower back.

“you fainted” sae points out. staring at you who was on the ground. you sat up and stared at sae, wide eyed. “what the hell is he still doing here?!” you ask in distraught. you thought everything prior to this was all just a fever dream, or a nightmare as you’d like to call it

your manager, who was getting you a glass of water comes running to your aid. he crouches and tells you to drink up- to which you do.

“we were discussing your current situation with itoshi sae until you fainted… ” your manager starts, you choke on your water after hearing those words but thankfully didn’t start a coughing fit. you motioned your manager to continue so that you’d finally hear the end of this dreadful moment

your manager's eyes flicker between you and sae, “we’ve come up with an agreement that until the time being, itoshi sae would be living with you and you’d market yourselves as a couple. sae has already consented and agreed with the contract and your PR team as well…” he finishes, clutching his ipad close to his chest

reo, who was listening intently, felt like it was unfair for you to be in this type of situation regardless if it was an order from your company

“isn’t unfair for y/n though? she herself didn’t consent to this contract right? doesn’t this violate her own rights of code of ethics?” reo interferes, giving your manager a look. you look at reo and smiled. maybe you’ll ask him to contact the finest lawyers of japan that he knows after this

your manager was about to speak up but sae beat him to it.

“i was the one who suggested this whole setup, not their company. so technically, this isn’t “violating y/n’s rights of code of ethics” as it’s not even printed on a contract because simply, there is no contract” sae states, mocking reo’s tone of voice, giving him a side eye before turning his attention back to you.

this time it was yukimiya who steps in. he turns to sae with his eyebrows raised. “isn’t there another way to get around this? not just by your means?” yukimiya pauses, pushing his glasses up, “i mean, why does it have to be like this where you’ll live with y/n for an issue that could be squashed with just a single article denying your relationship or involvement with y/n?”

sae sits up straight, staring yukimiya down with an icy stare. “this doesn’t concern you”

yukimiya and reo both stand up, “actually it does. y/n is our friend” reo hisses, glaring at the red head who merely just yawns and rolls his eyes.

was sae even taking this seriously?

sae sighs, a bored expression on his face. “this is matters between me and y/n only”

finally having enough of his bullshit, you got up from the ground and walked in front of sae.

“what exactly are you planning, itoshi sae?” you narrow your eyes at him. this was the first time in years you’ve looked at him. you note how appearance wise, he hasn’t changed one bit.

sae chuckles a bit, catching you by surprise. what’s so funny?

“drop the formalities, y/n. you know me better than everyone else in this room” he scoffs, eyeing you from head to toe.

sae won’t lie. he thinks you were still beautiful the day he left you. to him, you were always the prettiest in the room and from the way his heart raced after seeing you for the first time again in years, he knows himself that thought stayed the same.

he watches your eyes soften for a second before it goes back to your signature glare.

“actually, I don't,” you say dryly, crossing your arms. “so, tell me. what exactly are you gonna get out of this?”

sae sighs. he doesn’t know himself either but he wasn’t just about to say that out loud. he doesn’t know what got into him all of a sudden. was it because he was curious about how you were doing? was he intrigued? did he somehow miss you all of a sudden because he saw you again?

a part of him always longed for you even after you two have gone your own separate ways. it was hard not to, considering you have spent a chunk of your lives together. not to mention, you two grew up with each other and built blossoming careers together hand in hand.

it was only until he finally got recruited for division a of real madrid where he thought it would be best if you guys would stop what you have in order to be the best version of himself— wrong.

he realized he fucked up that maybe that wasn’t the best option when he realized he needed you more than ever. you were his best support system. you were always there with him during the hardest times holding his hand but it was already too late. the damage had been done and it was irreversible.

the day he broke up with you, or the day he fucked up everything was also the last time he ever saw or heard from you ever again.

sae tried. he tried and tried and tried to reach out to you. he tried searching for your socials, your contact information, literally everything he can get his hands on. but even with his power and money in the world, it was still not enough to find you.

the only updates he had of you was the ads that were plastered all around social media and in the busy shopping districts of the cities he’s in. it was almost like a constant reminder of what he lost.

so shocked was an understatement when you were his partner for the commercial shoot his manager had booked him for some random luxury brand.

after all those years, he found you again.

to say the stars were on his side when you two got papped by the paparazzi is a bit selfish on sae’s end. as much as he fucking despises the paparazzi as they tend to ruin things for him, he’s quite glad that for once that they did something right.

they brought you back to him.

so sae couldn’t just let this opportunity of a lifetime slide. even if this so called “scandal” could easily just be cleared out with a simple denying of such rumor. but sae couldn’t just let this end like that.

he wants to fix everything he broke. sae wants another chance.

“this is pointless” you deadpan, after waiting for sae to speak. he was just sitting there, staring right back at you for god knows how long that you begin to become conscious.

sae looked like he just snapped out of his train of thought as he shook his head before clearing his throat.

“it’s a win-win situation for both of us” sae blurts, “you get more publicity out of this–”

yukimiya and reo both looked at him like he was crazy.

“excuse you— with or without you, y/n is already famous. hell, you don’t even know how many brands are waiting for her to reach back at them!”

“do you live under a rock or something? how do you not know y/n is one of the, if not the number one top model of the country?”

you were secretly thankful that you called both yukimiya and reo beforehand. not only you got an ego boost, but it gave sae a taste of your own reality that you are where you are now because he left you

a small smirk tugs on your lips when sae frowns. you watch him chew his bottom lip, a telltale sign that he was thinking of something to save his ass

“well, if you aren’t gonna get something out of this.. i have” you say, catching everyone’s attention, including your own manager.

your manager looks at you with his head tilted to the side. mouthing “what do you mean?”

“i’ll only agree to this if after this whole scandal is over, i don’t ever want to see you again” you propose to sae. it was only fair for it to end like this as one, he was the one who suggested this idea in the first place. two, you can never be too complacent with sae who apparently has no motive regarding this. this was sae we’re talking about, he’s bound to plot something and three, you can finally find the answers you’ve been yearning for after all these years. might as well use this as an opportunity to get your well deserved closure.

there was a glint of hope in sae’s eyes.

“deal”

you hear yukimiya and reo yell a bunch of lines like “seriously y/n?” but all you can focus on is sae who’s also looking right back at you.

your manager claps his hands in joy, immediately dialing your company about your decision. sae takes this time to call his own manager to probably tell him to bring his stuff in.

did you make the right decision? you’re not too sure. only time can tell.

004.

today was the first day of you officially “dating” sae again.

also the first day of living with sae, for the meantime

just a little after you’ve come to an agreement with sae with the set up of your rekindled “relationship”, both managements didn’t waste a single second on confirming the news that the nation’s sweethearts have gone back together

needless to say, both of your names are trending and is the current talk of the town

so your first agenda (from both PR teams) is that you both post strikingly similar instagram stories as if you were together the night prior. (in which, you two were.. force binded by a non-existent contract)

it was a good thing that you chose an apartment that had a spare guest room because god forbid you’d even dare to sleep in the same bed with your ex.

you didn’t give sae a warning that you were already gonna post something. just a quick snap of your window, that holds the view of shibuya, with a little sunlight peeking through. you captioned it with a little “good morning indeed” with a cheeky emoji just to spice things up.

sae, who was in the next room, was casually scrolling through instagram when he sees that you posted a new instagram story. he clicks his tongue in annoyance at the fact you didn’t even give him a heads up. quickly improvising, he took a mirror selfie from the vanity mirror that you have around in your guest bedroom.

you started your day with making your own breakfast. not even bothering to call sae. hell, he can starve for all you care. after all, he was not your responsibility. you only agreed to do this because frankly you had no other choice from your company.

while waiting for your eggs, it didn’t take you a while to also notice that sae already posted his part of the agenda. thinking of it as nothing, you innocently clicked on his profile. his story loads and wow. resonating with your caption, good morning indeed!

sae posted a shirtless mirror selfie. he was still under the covers but made sure his torso was seen on the mirror.

“take a screenshot, it’d last longer” sae says flatly, moving past you to your fridge. you jolt in surprise, almost dropping your phone in the process. “what the fuck!” you yell out, a hand over your chest.

you hear sae chuckling behind you and the fridge opening

“you got all that money stocked up somewhere and yet you don’t even have groceries?” sae comments, noting your almost empty fridge. there were only some milk boxes and some of those edible collagen jellies that help you with swelling when you have early morning shoots and the such.

sae takes the last chocolate milk box you had that was hidden away at the back of your fridge

“well, my manager does it for me and i usually eat at reo’s or yukimiya’s– is that the last of my milk?!” you pried your eyes off your phone to see sae casually sipping on the last milk box you were saving

“so?”

“that’s mine” you argued, getting up from the kitchen island to snatch it from sae. you stomp over to him and tried to swipe it off his hands. unfortunately for you, sae is an athlete and that meant he had reflexes like no other. he raises his arm high just before you were able to grab the milk box from him.

“sae, give it back” you grit your teeth, standing on your tippy toes, trying or attempting to take the milk box from sae’s hold but the height difference is just something else.

sae leans down and gets all over your face. “come on, you can do it,” he teases, eyes fixated on yours.

this feeling almost felt too familiar. almost like a wave of nostalgia just hit you in the face. the memories you’ve been trying to suppress all coming back

you snapped out of your little trance when you realized the position you two were in.

“my eggs are burning” you lie, leaving sae dumbfounded. you scurry off to your stove to finish what you were cooking while sae goes and sits on your kitchen island.

he watches you plate your breakfast and sit on the other end of the kitchen island. you actually felt him staring but chose to ignore him. the sound of his stomach grumbling breaks the awkward silence.

“where’s my breakfast?” he asks, voice small

you shrug, “i don’t know”

“you didn’t make me one?”

“why will i?” you raise a brow, happily munching on your bacon while sae could only look at you in disbelief.

later that day you two had your own schedules. he had practice and other stuff to do while you had another meeting about different commercial offers and a lunch date with reo and yukimiya just like you promised the two.

you got home later than sae. you were about to grab some water from the fridge when you notice that it was fully stocked with groceries. you can’t help but smile a little at the gesture.

you did your usual night routine before getting comfy in bed. just before you were about to hit the hay, you don’t forget to send sae a quick message, thanking him for the groceries.

[11:43] you: thanks for doing the groceries ig

[11:44] sae: i couldn’t just let myself starve here, can i?

you rolled your eyes at his reply. he’s still so sarcastic even after all these years

[11:45] you: whatever 🙄

[11:46] sae: i also restocked that milk you love so much. call it truce from earlier today

[11:46] you: who told you it was my favorite? 🤨

[11:47] sae: gut feeling, call it old habit

you raised a brow at his text. what did he mean by that? before you could type your reply, your phone notifies you that sae sent another message

[11:49] sae: jk. your manager told me

you didn’t realize you were holding in your breath. you let out a sigh of relief after reading his message. you were not gonna let him get under your skin. not anymore

you ended up not replying to him. instead, you shut your phone off to reflect on today’s events, hoping that this all ends soon. your phone suddenly dings again. it was a notification from sae.

[11:55] sae: i’m going to sleep now. goodnight, y/n

it’s officially been a week of living with sae and pretending to be a couple in front of the cameras and the public. to think you’d even last this long is an understandment on it’s own.

for this day, both managements wanted you two to be seen out and about in public doing whatever you two wished to do.

you were debating on what you two should do that won’t involve much physical contact like going out for shopping because that only meant that you two would be forced to hold hands which is something you don’t want to do for obvious reasons. you’d rather die than to be papped with sae holding hands

“what do you want to do today?” sae asks from the couch. you two were already all dressed up. intentionally matching your outits just for the sake of it. sae was wearing a maroon turtleneck with holes in them with a white long sleeve shirt underneath and some track pants? you don't question his outfit much further because why would you exert the effort to do so?

you were wearing something similar. a maroon crop top with some leggings to match the laid back outfit of your fake boyfriend.

“what can we do without much physical contact?” you pondered, a finger tapping on your chin. sae scoffs at your question, mumbling about what’s wrong with physical contact with him. you almost wanted to tell him “everything” but that would just start another argument today

“how about we get some coffee?” sae offers, unable to think of more activities to do in such short notice. you hum in agreement, coffee does sound good right now. you get up from the couch and grab the keys to your car

“what are you doing?” sae asked. you stop in your tracks and hold out your keys for him to see. “we’re taking my car” sae says, showing off his.

not putting up much of a fight, you agreed. it was getting tiring driving yourself around anyway.

you two arrive at the coffee shop sae graciously let you choose in no time (by graciously, he meant that he’s good with anything you choose) you then decide on sitting by the window where you know the paparazzi will be in front at in no time to capture this date between rekindled lovers

you sit at your chosen table by the window while you wait for sae to order something for the both of you. telling him that you’re okay with whatever since this cafe was your favorite.

it didn’t take sae that long to come back with your orders. he sets the tray down and you find an abundance of sweets and pastries. you look up at him confused but he simply shrugs. he then places your drink down. you take the receipt that was hanging off the tray to read everything he has ordered.

looks like he ordered everything on the menu with the sweets and pastries, which is not surprising really. when you read what he got you however,

“you ordered me a spanish latte?” you ask, taking the drink from the table.

sae nods, taking a sip from his own drink. “something wrong?”

you shake your head no. you just can’t wrap your head at the fact he ordered your usual go-to drink.

“nothing, it’s just i'm surprised that you still remember what i usually order in coffee shops” you shrug, finally sipping on your drink. spanish lattes does always hit the spot for you

“do you think i have forgotten?” sae raises a brow, a slight frown forming on his lips. you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“well, it’s been a while, don’t you think?” you retort, avoiding his hard stare. technically, it’s been almost two years since the breakup. one of you were bound to forget each other’s habits and the such.

there was silence again after that. an awkward one at that

“let’s take our post now so we can leave” you say, taking pictures of the food in front of you while keeping sae in the frame. sae simply nods and does the same. the photo you decided to post was mostly all the food sae ordered with him in the background. you purposely cut off his head just for the thrill of it. you do tag sae in the instagram story though with the caption “coffee run”

sae’s post was a bit different. he simply posted a candid shot of you taking pictures of the food in front of you. for captions, sae isn’t much of a caption person because he thinks they defeat the purpose of photos so instead he just adds a heart emoji with your username next to it.

it didn’t take much for the paparazzi to find your whereabouts. just like planned, they were outside the window you two were seated in taking photos after photos.

“do we go now?” sae asks, eyeing the amount of people that were outside the cafe.

“yeah..” you trail off, not really expecting a whole crowd to form outside. sae must've sensed that you were tensed with the way he stands next to you when you two were leaving the coffee shop

the moment you two step foot outside, it was an absolute frenzy. the press were everywhere on your faces. asking questions from all sorts of directions that it actually made you dizzy.

you were never one for crowded crowds. especially when they topple over each other just to take the perfect photo or get an exclusive. it was just never your cup of tea

you covered your eyes from the bright flashes that were all over your face, trying to maneuver around the paparazzi to get to sae’s car faster but the paparazzi was too much for you to handle. you instinctively leaned on sae for support as your legs start to feel wobbly. sae immediately catches on and wraps an arm around your waist securely, pushing forward against the hoarde of people in front of you guys

“get out of the fucking way!” sae barks, pushing the people in front of your faces. the group of paparazzi do make way for you guys as you finally reach sae’s car.

sae unlocks the car and opens the passenger door for you to enter first. he shields any possible camera that was trying to capture your face with his body. even going as far as pushing them away making some of the paparazzi stumble and fall on their asses.

once you were secured in your seat, he runs over to his side of the car and starts the car before speeding off. not wasting a single second for some short interview.

“you okay?” sae steals a glance at your slumped state, before turning his attention back to the road in front of him.

“... yeah, just dizzy” you say meekly, rubbing your temples. “i’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit, sae” you murmur, leaning against the window before drifting off to sleep.

sae sighs and speeds up faster so you two could get home sooner. ‘damn paparazzi’ he thinks to himself, not noticing how his knuckles have turned white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

the car comes to a halt when the traffic lights beam red. sae couldn’t help but look at your state. he always knew you were bad with crowds but yet you still fulfilled your lifelong dream to be a model. he wonders who took care of you during flash mobs when you were out in the streets.

was it your manager? was it that reo guy? or was it yukimiya aka that person he doesn’t really like. sae hates how close you are with him. sae will also never forget your scandal with him. he can still remember it like it was yesterday when the news dropped that you may or may not be in a relationship with your fellow model yukimiya kenyu after being papped being cozy inside his car.

practice was hell that day for real madrid and sae may or may not have punctured a soccer ball out of pure rage.

the damned light finally turns green and thankfully you were at the last street before the turn to your apartment complex.

sae parks the car and turns to take a good look at your sleeping figure. you look too peaceful to wake up. so he gets out of the car and goes to your side to pick you up bridal style.

he gently puts one of your arms around his neck (for safe measure) and loops his under your knees to carry you. with the help of the security guards around, he presses the elevator up to your penthouse suite.

for once in his life, sae is thankful that he was an athlete as he successfully tapped in your passcode to unlock your front door with you in his arms. when he reaches your bedroom, he gently sets you down on your bed.

sae was about to leave to make some dinner just before you wake up but was stopped by your hand reaching for his.

“stay..” you mumbled, tugging his arm. sae hesitates for a bit, unsure if you were actually conscious or was just sleep talking. sae watches your eyebrows furrow when you notice he still wasn’t beside you. clicking your tongue in annoyance, you tug on sae’s arm harder so he gets the hint

“okay, okay” sae hums, slowly getting in your bed. he’s unsure himself on what he should do. should he stay still, wrap an arm around you, what?

to his surprise, you were snuggling next to him. your head nestling to his chest. sae lets out a small gasp. he definitely didn’t see this coming.

coming to a realization that no harm would be done if he wraps an arm around you, he slowly drapes his arm over your waist. sae suddenly feels like he was on top of the world, like everything suddenly made sense to sae.

sae caresses your cheek, brushing the stray hairs from your face.

“you still look beautiful the day i lost you..” sae whispers. he debates on stealing a kiss. he weighs out the pros and the cons and figures that it was more of a liability if you ever find out he stole a kiss from you, especially when you were asleep. that’s gonna have to be for another time.

sae was beginning to feel sleepy. he carefully drapes the duvet across your bodies. not even a moment later, sae is now fast asleep with you in his arms

you find yourself plush against something hard and warm. you try tossing to the other side but you were being held securely around your waist. your eyes shot up, now fully awake and aware of your surroundings.

“good morning” sae rasps, his morning voice sending shivers down your spine.

“what are you doing in my bed?” you whisper-yelled, actually genuinely surprised to see him next to you. your heart was racing, like it was about to jump out of your chest. did something happened yesterday? you couldn’t quite remember everything after leaving the coffee shop. it almost felt like a hazy dream

sae reluctantly unwraps his arm around you and scoots to the edge of the bed. you almost pout at the warmth that disappears but you internally scold yourself for thinking of such things.

“you passed out in the car and i brought you here” sae explains, now sitting up. “i’ll go make breakfast. stay put” he pats your leg before excusing himself to leave your bedroom. you lay there confused because that wasn’t enough to explain why he was quite literally sleeping next to you.

just the mere fact that you slept next to him sent you into a frenzy. you grab your phone and immediately dialed reo

“hello?” reo answers groggily, you checked your phone for the time and it was literally 8 in the morning.

“reo!” you hushed, trying not to catch the attention of sae “something happened yesterday!”

“what?”

“we slept together…?” your voice going up an octave, chewing on your lip as you await for reo’s reaction

a beat of silence passes by. you thought reo may have accidentally ended the call

“YOU DID WHAT?!” reo basically screams at your ear. you had to remove your phone from your ear from the impact of reo’s shrill scream. “DON’T TELL ME YOU GOT BACK TOGETHER WITH HIM IN JUST A WEEK’S NOTICE—”

“NOT IN THAT WAY, DIPSHIT” you say abruptly, cutting reo off. “i mean like.. we just slept in the same bed after yesterday’s turn of events…” you trail off, trying to remember every significant detail that eventually lead up to you and sae ultimately sleeping with each other.

“my guess is with the paparazzi. i just saw the photos” reo says, typing away on his keyboard. “not gonna lie y/n, you and sae do make a good couple” he adds, giggling

you huff over the phone, earning a hefty laugh from the other end.

“talk to him. clearly you need it” reo advices. it was like he knows where this was going. “ i gotta go for now, y/n. i’ll call you back later. duty calls. ciao!” reo ends the call before you could even say something.

you threw your phone on the other side of the bed, groaning as you put your head in your hands. what was happening to you

there was a faint knock on your door, probably sae was gonna tell you that breakfast was ready but to your surprise, he brought the breakfast to you.. in bed.

sae walks in with a little bed tray that you didn’t even know you owned filled with some breakfast.

“was all this necessary?” you say in disbelief. sae simply shrugs and sits by the foot of your bed.

“i contacted your manager about your state and he says he’ll be coming over to check up on you later” he notes, typing away on his phone with one hand. sae turns to you and motions for you to start digging in. “c’mon, eat up”

you feel your face heat up at his extravagant gestures. he was a man of service after all. even during your relationship, sae wasn’t the type to be vocal about his love for you. it was mostly through actions may it be subtle or not. you can feel the love with the way he does everything for you.

with a small smile, you start to eat the breakfast he made.

“sae,” you call. he looks up from his phone, a confused look on his face.

“need something?”

“come here” you motioned for him to scoot closer to you. to which he happily obliges. he is now sitting right in front of you.

he watches you cut a piece of your pancake and stabbed it with your fork before holding it up for him.

“here,” you say sheepishly, not even looking at sae in the eye. sae looked at you like you just lost your mind.

“can’t let you not eat your own cooking..” you mumbled, feeling your face burn in both embarrassment or something you can’t pinpoint. with a chuckle, he takes the fork from you. unintentionally brushing your hands together.

in an instant, you snatch your hand back as he quietly eats the pancake you’ve given him.

things are changing between you and sae and you’re not sure if you like it.

005.

it’s been a few days since the whole ordeal with you and sae in bed together. your management gave you guys a few days off just to keep things at bay with the paparazzi after the whole fiasco of you almost fainting because of the sea of paparazzi outside trying to take photos.

your manager did end up checking up on you that day just like sae has mentioned. you told him off that you were fine and just needed more resting before you can resume with your work. he reluctantly agrees and goes ahead and reports your status with your company.

reo and yukimiya also came over for the past few days. just to check things up with you after your pictures were published for the public. you had a talk with your two closest friends about your current situation with sae.

yukimiya was a bit unsure for you while reo advised that they’ll be there with you for every decision you make. he also opted that you two should have an open forum about each other’s whereabouts since the break up. clearly you still had unanswered questions.

sae was out again for his daily practice. although he did tell you that he’d be back around the afternoon.

you take this opportunity of being alone to actually think about everything for the past week.

this few weeks has been a whole rollercoaster. not only you’ve been reunited with your ex, you had to be in a “fake” relationship with him again for the media, and now it’s like you and sae were back to your old routines all those years ago.

a part of you does miss being able to call sae as yours, not just for the sake of the cameras but just because you really do love him and you want to be with him, but this time for real. yet, another part of you is scared that maybe there’s a catch to this. maybe in the end sae was just using you for his own sake.

you made a promise to yourself that you were not gonna have him play with your heart like that anymore. not again, never again.

but here you are, willing to take the same risk again. the things you are willing to do just to call him yours.

because at the end of the day, it will always be itoshi sae.

no one else has your heart the way sae has it.

you barely notice that sae has arrived back from practice til he was waving a hand in front of your face.

“y/n” he jabs a finger at the side of your head, an amused look on his face. “what are you thinking about?” sae hums, plopping down on the couch next to you.

“nothing much, just about life”you hissed, clutching the spot he just poked you. you leaned back on the couch, stealing a glance at sae but you made eye contact instead. immediately you looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up.

sae snickers next to you, a small smile on his face as he takes a good look at you.

“having a midlife crisis at your young age?” sae pokes your sides making you jump. you let out a little yelp, causing sae to smirk.

“don’t even think about it sae itoshi— AH!” you hold your hands out in defense mode. you know that devilish look on sae’s face. sae’s fingers reach your sides before you could even finish your menacing (not) threat.

your laughter fills the living room.

oh how sae missed this. how he missed coming home from practice and to have you wait for him. how sae missed you.

sae stops tickling you to let you catch your breath. barely even noticing the position you two were in. he was on top of you, hands on each side of your head. your cheeks painted red, chest rising rapidly as you try to control your breathing.

“can i kiss–”

the front door slams open to reveal reo and yukimiya in tow with some food.

“y/n! we brought you some food!” reo happily chirps, setting the food down on your kitchen counter. sae’s eyes immediately widen and rushes to get off of you. he stumbles and falls on the floor, just right in front of reo’s feet.

reo and sae make eye contact. reo awkwardly smiles at the now embarrassed sae.

but sae being sae, he brushed it off like he was in the middle of push ups.

“... and 50. 50 push ups done” sae puffs, pushing himself off the ground, pretending to wipe the non existent sweat on his forehead and ushers away to his room. not missing reo’s comment before he slams the door shut.

“i’m gonna just pretend i didn’t see you fall right in front of me” reo cackles, wiping a tear from his eye. “anyway y/n, we got you some food. i forgot that athlete was living with you sooo.. it’s up to you to give his share” reo shows you the amount of food he just got you.

yukimiya giggles behind him. he pulls reo to the side before giving you his infamous smirk

“reo, we gotta go now” yukimiya smiles slyly at you. he takes a good look at your ruffled shirt, flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“what? we just got here!” reo complains, looking back at yukimiya, who points out your current state. he then whispers something to reo that you obviously can’t hear. you stand there with your arms crossed, eyebrows raised as you wait for your two best friends to fill you in

“i’m literally right here” you rolled your eyes.

“oh!” reo gasps, eyes wide as he seems to put two and two together. he covers his mouth like he just witnessed something scandalous.

you were about to open your mouth to say protest against what allegations yukimiya has of you but both reo and yukimiya bolt out the door. yelling about how they were sorry for disturbing something while cackling.

“those bitches..” you muttered, shaking your head. you walk over to the kitchen to go through what reo just got you. of course it was his favorite steak with some side dishes.

“are they gone?” you hear sae call out from his room, his head poking out the door.

you laugh, “yeah. you can come out now”

you hear the door open and sae comes walking in the kitchen with nothing but sweatpants. you let out a squeak as your hands fly to your eyes, covering them from seeing sae’s half naked body.

sae scoffs at your reaction. “you’re acting like you aren’t used to it”

“was used to it” you correct him. sae’s mood drops a bit. you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of the plastic. taking out the plastic containers to at least lift up the now sour atmosphere.

sae looks at the meals you’ve settled down on the counter. “from reo?” he asks, going ahead and taking out some chopsticks.

he must be starving from coming home after practice.

you slid the plastic container that held reo’s favorite steak to sae. his eye widens and shakes his head. he pushes it back to you. it becomes a silent tug of war. sae ended up losing because you were starting to get upset and he can tell by the way your lips are jutted out and you were pushing harder, causing some of the sauce to spill out.

“okay, damn..” sae mutters, accepting his defeat. you let out a victory cheer by dancing a little in your seat. sae couldn’t help but smile. now here you were, watching him chomp down the food reo initially got for you.

“let’s head out somewhere” sae says, poking you with his chopsticks. you swat his hands away as you scowl at him. going out all of a sudden after he just ate?

“where are we going?”

“places”

you look up at him unsure. you didn’t really want to go anywhere this week knowing that paparazzi might be up on your asses again. you weren’t gonna risk your health again for just some dumb post

“but we’re on break with posting though” you protest. was sae really serious about heading out?

sae pouts and looks at you with pleading eyes. something he only pulls when he really wants to do something or get his way. something you couldn’t resist. you guessed old habits really die hard

“please?”

you avert your gaze elsewhere because those teal eyes are only trouble for you. you hear sae sigh beside you and you realized that was your last straw.

“fine”

you look back at sae who had a small smile on his face. his face screaming “i know you still can’t resist me” and quite frankly you wanted to punch the living daylights out of his smug face.

“i’m not gonna get dressed up or anything though. just a hoodie and a hat to keep our identities hidden” you say, getting up from the barstool to head over to your room to get an oversized hoodie and your hat.

“wasn’t counting on it” sae says, humming to himself that he got you to agree.

it didn’t take long for you guys to get moving. you two were now on your way to wherever sae was taking you. even if you kept asking where you two were going, sae simply shushes you and tells you to just sit back and relax

you were leaning towards the window, watching the city skies fade as you two drive aimlessly around the city. your phone connected to his aux, softly playing some tunes in the background.

your eyes peer over to sae who had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was used to prop himself up against the window. you find yourself smiling at the memories going back to you.

the old late night drives with sae just to clear your minds.

the route sae was taking you felt awfully familiar. you sit up straight and looked outside to see that you were going up a familiar hill. you snap your head towards sae. sae catches your stare and winks at your direction.

the car eventually comes to a stop. sae silently turns off the car and gets out with you following behind him. there you realize where he took you. sae took you back to your favorite spot to get away from it all. the hilltop where you can get a whole view of the ever so busy city of shibuya.

the same place sae asked you to be his,

the same place sae broke things off with you,

“what are we doing here, sae?” you ask, sitting on top of the hood of his car. sae follows suit. he sits next to you, observing the view in front of him.

“to unwind” he says flatly, putting his hood on. you can’t help but look at him. what did he mean by that?

“you looked pretty occupied today, so i just thought i’d bring you here-”

you furrowed your brows, “then why here?”

sae stays silent. the sound of the city filling your ears. you can’t help but think that it was now or never. it was the perfect time to get things across. for your own peace of mind, and for the sake of it all.

it was silent between you and sae all of a sudden. you almost wanted to laugh at how ironic it is that you’d end up in this place again for the third time in a row with the same person.

‘how nostalgic’ you think to yourself. you get up from the hood of the car and walked towards the wooden fence. just to get a clearer view and to get some air that you so desperately needed before talking to sae.

“you know, this reminds me of the time you took me up here for the first time,” you start, kicking the rocks just by your feet. sae’s ears perk up at the sudden mention of the memory.

“i was so happy that day. to think we’d last for over five years. i was the happiest when i was with you, sae” you continued, smiling to yourself as you recalled everything.

sae can’t help but feel there’s more to what you’re saying. he can’t help but anticipate the bomb that you were about to drop.

“til one day, you brought me out here again. this time, to break up” you turn around to face sae who had an expression you can’t comprehend. his hands were stuffed inside the pockets of his hoodie

“you broke me that day, sae” you breathe out, looking up at the moon. “and to think not even two weeks later i see you with someone else” you let out a laugh. to sae it sounded forced.

“i hate you, sae itoshi” you finally look at him again, sae averts from your hard gaze.

“i hate how you took all my firsts, i hate how you talk to me with that voice, i hate how i know your morning routine better than anyone else, i hate how you always opt to cook because you know i suck at cooking, i hate how you know me like the back of your hand..” you list off, with every list you say, you take a step forward.

“i hate how even after all these years, even after you hurt me, even how you broke me to pieces, i hate how i can’t ever find myself to hate you” you finish. a teardrop running down your cheeks.

“i hate how i still love you..” your voice was shaky. your hands were trembling, here you were, confessing your heart to the guy who initially broke it.

you broke your promise to yourself.

with a deep sigh, you fixed your composure. you harshly wipe the tears that were running down your cheeks before turning your back on sae again to face the city you live in.

“i just have a question for you, sae…” you take a deep breath. finally. you were gonna get the answers to your questions. those times you’ve doubted yourself, those sleepless nights wondering where it all went wrong, nights where you ask yourself if you were ever enough for sae..

you were finally gonna get your well deserved answers.

“why? what did i do wrong? was i not enough for you?”

sae silently moves towards you. he pulls your head to his chest where you freely the tears fall.

you push him off of you, you were not gonna let yourself be fooled much longer.

“was it worth it, sae? was throwing away our years together worth it?” you seethed, tears pricking your eyes.

sae’s eyes widened, “i–”

“you know sae, even if i was in a room with all the people i love the most. i’d still choose you and you all over again. i will always choose you, sae” you cut him off, trembling. words shaking as you are basically spilling your heart to the guy who broke it into a million pieces.

sae’s heart breaks at the scene before him. it was too late for him to realize the damage he has done to you. for you to act like this.

“that’s why i agreed to be in this fake relationship with you. i wanted to find out why you did this to me, to us” you admit, tears now fully flowing. “i just..” you weren’t able to finish what you were trying to sae as you sob in front of sae.

“why sae?.. just, why?”

you barely notice sae approaching. the next thing you knew, he pulls your head to his chest.

“shh… let it out” he says, his free arm rubbing your back as you cry your heart out. finally, after all those years, it felt good to release everything. like a million bricks has been lifted off your shoulders.

sae pulls away, cupping your cheeks as he wipes the tears pouring down your cheeks with his thumb. his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

“don’t look at me like that, sae..” you say in a low voice, almost like a whisper. peering away from sae’s eyes.

sae slowly leans in and before he knows it his lips are just ghosting over yours. without a second, sae smashes your lips together.

your eyes widened. you wanted to push him away. you put your hands on his chest ready to push him away, but something in you is stopping you from doing so.

how you missed this. how you missed sae

how sae missed this. how sae missed you

you pull apart, catching your breath. you look up at sae to see him crying too. he cups your cheeks, caressing them with his thumb.

“i’m sorry” was all he could say. he puts his forehead against yours, teal eyes fixated on yours. you can tell with his eyes that he was sincere. sae was also shaking as he holds you, his whole body language screaming guilt.

“i was young and stupid. i thought i’d be better off without you but i realized that i wasn’t. it was too late by then.” he explains, looking down at your feet instead of meeting your eyes.

you put your hand over his, squeezing them. relishing in the moment of two ex lovers putting the past behind them.

“i tried reaching out for you, you know?” sae brings up, laughing to himself at how stupid he sounded. “but knowing you, i knew you’d probably act like you never existed. i had to find out the hard way” he scoffs at the end.

“eventually, the stars brought me to you again” sae finally looks at you in the eye. “i took that as a chance to try and redeem myself. i think it failed though,” sae admits sheepishly, “i was persistent. i wanted you back and i did everything i can just to keep you with me”

you listen to sae stumble with his words. he’s trying. he’s actually proving that he was genuinely sorry for everything.

“i never stopped loving you, y/n” sae admits with a sad smile, “i never did”

you tear up again at his confession. because frankly, you were the same.

sae opens his mouth to say something but instead, you crash your lips against his. sae doesn’t move for a second but relaxes as soon as he realizes what was going on. he instantly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he can.

“i love you,”

“i love you too,”

you two find yourselves basking under the moonlight once again. fixing and treating each other’s wounds as you two try again. this time you two are sure that whatever you two have planned for each other, you two will make it right.

006.

the sound of an alarm blaring through the room wakes you up from your sleep. you feel some shuffling behind you and suddenly the room turns quiet again.

“did i wake you?” you hear sae’s morning voice ring through your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. you let out a small whine, nodding your head yes.

sae chuckles, and tightens his hold around your body under the covers. “good morning to you too, baby” he kisses your cheek.

you open one eye before twisting your body around to face him.

“morning..” you yawn, leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw to his adam’s apple.

“still didn’t get enough from last night, hm?” sae teases, rubbing circles on your hips. you feel your cheeks heat up. you slapped his chest before turning your back on him again.

“our managers will kill us if we’re late” you remind him of your schedules for the day. you sit up, slipping on his shirt that was lying on the floor, recalling last night’s events. you looked at yourself from the mirror to see some love bites all over your neck up to your chest. a gentle reminder that you were now his again.

“they can wait,” sae murmurs, slipping his hands under your (his) shirt. you let out a giggle before pushing his hands off of you.

“sae come on!” you tug on his arm as you two head out to your bathroom.

after what seems like an hour or so due to sae’s rowdy hands. you two finally arrive at the red carpet of the luxury brand you two have modeled for.

the screams of fans fills your ears as you wait in of the car and onto the red carpet where a line of reporters were waiting.

sae, being the gentleman he is and a marketing genius, he obviously makes a scene for your entrances. he gets out of the car first and holds out his hand for you to take. the audience goes crazy as you two make your entrance.

“sae, y/n! over here!” you hear a bunch of reporters yell out. lights, and flashes all around.

you and sae stop at the first reporter on the line. he greets you guys with a smile before starting his short interview. it was the usual questions about the brand and you guys feel about being the new faces of it.

“well, clearly they have a good eye for casting both y/n and i as the new faces for their brand” sae answers for the both of you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

the interviewer gushes at how cool his answer was and proceeds to ask you another question.

“my, my, my, miss y/n. you look lovely as usual but i can’t help but wonder, what does it feel like to be back together with sae itoshi?” he asks, intrigued, his microphone on your face.

you look at sae for approval and he simply smiles and motions for you to say whatever you want to say.

“well, it still shocks me til this day that i got back together with sae” you joked, making the interviewer laugh at your response and sae who fakes being offended. you laugh at his reaction before answering seriously,

“but seriously. i guess it’s true that if it’s meant to be, it will be” you smile, showing off sae in front of the camera to which the interviewer loves.

“what an answer from, y/n! well you heard it here first folks!” the interviewer beams in front of the camera, “i wish you two never ending happiness. thank you for letting me interview you guys!” he waves off, finding another celebrity to interview.

you and sae both smile and wave him goodbye as you two continue along the red carpet.

“do you really mean that?” you hear sae ask beside you. he was busy waving for the cameras. you let out a little giggle before waving around for the paparazzi and cameras around.

“mean what?”

“what you said about if it’s meant to be, it will be” he quotes you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear sending the audience and the paparazzi in a frenzy again.

“it happened to us, didn’t it?” you smile, motioning to your current situation.

sae was yours again, and you are his.

just how it should be.

bonus!

you didn't consider how awkward it actually was to be working on another modeling gig with your boyfriend.

especially when the poses instructed by the photographer and way too intimate to be imitated in a semi-public setting for your liking.

“what are you being stiff for?” sae holds in his laugh, seeing how motionless your poses are with him. “it’s awkward when theres people around..” you say through gritted teeth, praying to the gods that this shoot will finally be over

“it’s not this awkward when we do this alone though..” sae seductively whispers, lowering his head just right at the shell of your ear.

the photographer squeals in joy at the amount of shots he got from that pose alone.

you feel your face burn up in embarrassment.

“sae!”

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channoticedmeuwu · 1 year

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𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 — 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

P — BEOMGYU × FEM!READER | G — SUGGESTIVE, fluff if you want to squint, fake dating!au | W — implied alcohol consumption, written in a writer's block so possibility of it being bad 📈📈📈 + not proofread

a/n — an attempt to escape this writer's block help ✋ don't bring soobin up right now this is beomgyu's girl ur talking to

INSPIRED BY . . . ENHA'S 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

the bass vibrated through the floor and synced with your heartbeat as you eyed beomgyu in a crowd of friends from across the room— a carmine colored haze curtaining your vision as you eyed his lips, shining with your clear lipgloss.

“it's so believable,” he had said before the party, laying on your bed, referencing to the relationship you two were faking, “she would totally believe it's yours.”

“she's rude,” was the only response you could cough out, jealousy clouding your vision as you reached over for the tissues to wipe the eyeliner you messed up once again, “your ex would just say my ‘dramatic girly personality’ is rubbing off on you.”

but beomgyu wasn't ever letting his ex get to him. he only turned over, running his fingers through his hair and smiling pretty at you, “am I not your girl, y/n?”

you didn't even know what he still saw in her. she loved to bring everyone down when she had no good qualities of herself to present. and you always happened to be in her line of vision. but you only chuckled at beomgyu as he bent over towards you at your mirror, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“i need to show her you're mine.”

for a second, you felt your wrist halt while you applied your make up. what did he just say?

“y'know,” he continued, “to make her jealous.”

of course. why do you even try with him?

“then just leave a hickey or something.” you felt your haste creeping up towards your cheeks in the form of a blush. beomgyu rested his fingers on your waist.

and then, with a small ooh! he grabbed the lipgloss that was trending on social media lately — your prized possession. “careful!” you turned to smack him, but stopped when you realized the close proximity of his lips near your own, “that one's expensive, beomgyu.”

“i'll buy you another one,” he rolled his eyes, unscrewing it and bringing it towards his lips, “dior, right?”

fuck. you wanted to kiss him. he puckered his lips as he admired himself in the mirror. from his scent wafting around, to the texture of his leather jacket against your bare skin; you were starting to get impatient. “y/n,” he turned to you, pleasantly satisfied, “don't I look pretty?”

“the prettiest.”

so there you were, knees weak as beomgyu's eyes searched the room for a sight of his ex— which, obviously, was starting to get the better of you. this entire ‘relationship’ was starting to get the better of you. his hand, wearing your hair tie, was fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. you could see the jacket was being pulled off his arm, taking the weak sleeve of his tank top underneath with it, revealing the small mole on his collarbones...

and then you heard the conversation of familiar voices behind you. “fuck, beomgyu looks better the last time I saw him.”

“he's got a girl now.”

you chuckled. it was his ex.

“don't know where the fuck she is right now, though.”

“gyu's looking lonely, go comfort your ex.”

“not going to lie, maybe I will.”

you placed your drink down on the table you were leaning on. fuck it.

“hey, babe,” beomgyu's eyebrow cocked with slight amusement as you approached him, knees threatening to buckle as your eyes fixated on his shining lips. “you seen her anywhere?”

you placed your hands on his chest as he tilted his head, his hands involuntarily finding themselves at your waist. it was so natural for him to treat you like his; a thumb caressing the expanse of your hand as his eyes stared at you like you were the center of the universe, listening to you talk with the habit he had of blinking lazily and humming in response.

the flashing lights made his features so prominent, and you felt yourself leaning towards him. maybe it was the drink you were sipping on earlier, but you were absolutely done with playing this game. to have beomgyu treat you so good, act like you're all he's searching for, even when there's no one around to act for, and yet, just claim that it's all a lie?

“she's watching,” your lips were inches away from his. even though you knew your back was turned to her, you could feel her eyes drilling into your head, “kiss me.”

“god,” beomgyu scoffed, a hand dragging from your waist up to your neck in a painfully slow manner, “why are you so good for me?”

“wasn't this part of the deal?” you tilted your head as beomgyu's eyes glittered, scanning your every feature. your hands on his chest started to recognize a change in the pattern of his heartbeat. was he getting nervous?

“an ‘emergency kiss’ was part of the deal,” he smiled at you, like he was proud that you were becoming more daring the more time you spent with him. “us right now was ‘off-limits’, remember?” a finger tucked the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his voice changing pitch to mimic your past words.

now he was just asking to be shut up. you felt a scowl settle on your lips as your ears turned red from guilt. “so will you not kiss me?” that sounded more whiney out loud, you thought to yourself, as you blinked up at beomgyu, who was beginning to go red in the face from your demeanor. you were seriously driving him crazy.

“since you asked so nicely, pretty.”

relief washed over you as you finally felt beomgyu against your lips, a whine leaving your throat as his hand rested against your neck, lips curling into a smile against yours.

“is she watching?” you mumbled in between, drooping eyes watching his roll shut as your fingers snuck up from the nape of his neck into his hair—his favorite. he only pressed his fingers which were resting on your hips harder against your skin, breathing hitching at your question. the taste of the lipgloss made its way to clog your senses, taking a few minutes to register what he would say next.

“she left when she saw you with me.”

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palajae · 2 years

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closer.

PAIRING ▸ ravenclaw! jungwon x ravenclaw! reader

GENRE ▸ hogwarts! au, fake dating! au, f2ls, romance, angst, fluff, humor

SUMMARY ▸ your house’s prefect, yang jungwon, is the textbook definition of a ravenclaw. as a fellow housemate and friend, you’re certainly willing to help him out when he needs it. but when jungwon asks you to be his date for the yule ball, you don’t expect the trouble that follows.

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.7k

AKA you and jungwon are the definition of dumb and dumber.

NOTES ▸ mentions of food, not proofread ???

part of the charms and chasers miniseries.

“WILL YOU BE MY DATE TO THE YULE BALL?”

certainly a great start to your breakfast in the great hall. you choke on your orange juice, not expecting those nine words to leave your house prefect’s mouth. you’re not sure if you’re lucky that your friends hadn’t arrived yet to witness such unexpected words or unlucky that they weren’t there to help you.

“e-excuse me?”

yang jungwon shuffles around nervously, glancing around before he repeats his words. “listen, i’m really desperate. you’re the first person i saw who was available-“

your eyebrow quirks up at that.

“-and this year they’re making the prefects dance the opening and I don’t have anyone to-“

you zone out.

sure, you thought jungwon was a really nice and responsible prefect slash housemate. and sure, you thought he was literally the textbook definition of a ravenclaw, but you weren’t sure what to make of this.

you would even consider jungwon a friend- if someone you only talked to a couple times a week for schoolwork counted as a friend. blinking, you return back to focus when you see jungwon staring at you with a half-desperate and half-embarrassed? look on his face.

you fumble, “uhm….”

it comes out utterly confused, your mind scattered at the abrupt confrontation. with his eyes boring into you, you look everywhere and anywhere but at jungwon. you just wanted a peaceful breakfast, not a massive heart rate spike in the early hours of the day. give credit to your social anxiety and personality to please everyone that made you stutter out a weak, “sure,” and shoot jungwon a half-grimace, half-grin.

he practically deflates in relief, clasping his hands together tightly and thanking you countless times. biting your lip, you watch as he leaves and your friends come into view, making their way over to you. truly, you have no choice but to wonder what you just got yourself into.

you find it awkward to talk to jungwon after the confrontation. should you say something to break the ice? after all, he was the one who asked you to be his date.

or was he waiting for you to make the first move?

you shake your head, overthinking really sucked.

“did you finish the assignment for potions?”

you jump at the familiar voice, turning around in your seat to see jungwon looking at your expectantly, although the jittering of his knee below the table catches your eye.

“oh. yeah. uh… did you?”

“yep,” he nods shortly. silence overcomes you and you bite the inside of your cheek.

why were you acting like this? jungwon was your friend (right?), so you shouldn’t be feeling afraid to hold a conversation with him, let alone look in his direction.

“listen, about the other day,” he starts off and your body tenses.

“i just wanted to apologize for asking you so out of the blue. i was kinda freaking out since i had to find a date really soon, so i’m sorry i put you on the spot like that. if you don’t want to go with me, that’s fine, i’ll just have to-“

again, jungwon starts rambling and a tiny smile makes its way onto your face.

“jungwon. i said i would go with you, right?”

he pauses and nods slowly at that.

“yeah, and i don’t go back on my word. as long as you’re good too, there’s nothing to worry about. how about we just stay as comfortable as we have been?”

you attempt your best to give a reassuring smile and you think it works judging by jungwon’s sigh of relief.

“o-of course. thanks y/n, a lot. i mean it.”

you’re not sure but maybe that conversation broke down a wall and unlocked something in jungwon. because after that day, you felt a noticeable shift in your relationship.

no more of the friendly surface level conversations about school- you came to learn much more about the ravenclaw yang jungwon.

entering your house’s commonroom during a break, you’re pleasantly surprised to find jungwon sitting at a corner, looking focused as he scribbles furiously on a sheet of parchment paper.

there was no harm in sitting with your friend, right? that thought crossed your mind as you strolled over and took the seat across from him.

for a couple of seconds, jungwon doesn’t even seem to notice your presence. you watch with amusement at the way his eyebrows furrow. what could he be so focused on?

the sound of your name being called out questioningly brings you out of your thoughts. you look up to find jungwon studying you with wide eyes, a sight unexpectedly cuter than you thought. you internally slap yourself.

“y/n! what are you doing here?”

you shrug, “wanted some peace and quiet during break. just happened to see you here so i…” your voice begins to falter, “thought it was okay to join you?”

jungwon smiles his trademark prefect smile and you almost choke. “yeah. i don’t mind at all.”

coughing, you glance around the empty room before looking at him again. “what are you working on?”

he lets out a exhausted sigh, and as a ravenclaw yourself, you’ve heard that too many times to count.

“well, the riddle to enter the common room changed so i had to go around telling all the clueless first-years what the answer was. then i finished the herbology research and had to go on patrol. finally i guess i came here for peace and quiet, like you.”

an eyebrow of yours raises. “and yet you look like you’re still working hard?”

he glances at you sheepishly, “helping complete a third-year’s defense against the dark arts homework?”

“helping or struggling?” you snicker, and jungwon pouts.

“not struggling entirely,” he defends himself and you send him a look, scooting closer to see the sheet better.

you squint at the questions, faintly remembering the content on the page. as you explain to jungwon, you see his eyes light up as he begins to remember.

while watching him write down the answer, you smile to yourself.

“you have a lot on your plate, yet you always seem to be so on top of things still. it’s crazy. i really admire you for it.”

the sound of scribbling stops.

his lips purse together as he stares down at the half-filled paper in front of him.

“thanks, but it’s not exactly ideal when that’s what it only seems like. in all honestly, i don’t know what i’m doing half the time. finding you as my date for the ball lessened half the load on me.”

perhaps there was much more to jungwon that you didn’t know about. you suppress a laugh, “was it really that hard?”

“it was so bad,” he whines, and you resist the urge to reach out and pet his top of his fluffy hair.

“then, i’m glad i was able to help you, mr. ravenclaw’s perfect prefect.”

you can only laugh as he protests to no avail.

as you leave charms, you pat jungwon’s shoulder.

“good luck on your test- and don’t worry. you always overthink.”

he sticks his tongue out at you, “shouldn’t i be the one telling that to you?”

with a huff and a shake of your head, you bid him goodbye. your friends are left on the side to watch your interaction with the boy, eyes zeroing in on you.

“what was that about?” wonyoung sneakily slides in, giving you the side-eye. you give her an innocent look in response, “what was what about?”

“don’t try me. you know, the budding relationship between you and yang jungwon?”

you roll your eyes at that. “what budding relationship? we’re friends. we’ve been friends. you know that.”

she hums, “yes, but i’m also your friend. so,” she drawls on, “i’m telling you right now to tell me what the deal is. there’s obviously something going on.”

at that, you’re not sure what to say. you have no clue if the ‘situation’ between you and jungwon was public knowledge or not.

that being you as jungwon’s date to the ball.

the yule ball hadn’t become a huge topic amongst the school yet, mainly because it wasn’t announced to the student body yet.

jungwon knew early as a prefect and asked you, so you figured you had to keep everything a secret. even to your friends. especially to your friends.

who knew the amount of teasing you would be succumbed to for having jungwon as your date?

you shiver. not exactly an ideal situation after all.

what you didn’t realize, was that the news would be released during breakfast the next day.

once the yule ball’s exactly details were announced, the great hall erupted in conversation.

“y/n!” kazuha calls your name from across the table with a gleam in her eyes. you turn to her with an easy smile, kazuha was like an older sister to you and you loved her.

“are you going with anyone?” your friends turn to you expectantly, and your palms begin to sweat with all the attention.

“w-well, you see-“ you glance around desperately for help but there appears to be no one. you’re not sure why but something in your chest tightens.

you just can’t tell them the truth. it was so simple, yet something was keeping you from saying that you were going with jungwon.

“er, i’m so sorry but i have somewhere to be- you know, i have to water my homework!” you blurt out quickly and grab your stuff before basically flying out of the great hall, leaving your friends to share confused looks.

you turn the corner to an empty hallway and place a hand on your pounding chest. great job y/n, great job running away indeed.

you take a small breather, closing your eyes and laying against the wall before blearily opening them again. your vision focuses on a clock in front of you, and you suddenly come to.

“shoot, i’m late!”

you just barely manage to make it to the ballroom. chest heaving, you noisily push past into the room, attracting everyone’s attention. you can only stare back, in a daze and gasping for air.

the professor turns to you.

“oh, wonderful! you must be mr. yang’s date to the ball!”

as gasps fill the air, you almost collapse right then and there.

“-jungwon’s date?”

“does that mean they’re dating?”

“they have to be! did you see the way jungwon looked so worried when y/n didn’t show up?”

amidst the mess, you find jungwon staring back at you with an apologetic gaze. as awkward as it is, you drag your feet over to your rightful spot next to him. while the professor goes over the details, you quietly apologize for being late.

“i’m so sorry, i totally forgot what time you told me-“

“hey,” he interrupts, a hand reaching out to squeeze yours quickly. “it’s okay. at least you’re here now. that’s all that matters.“

curse jungwon for getting you into this mess and being so nice about it. you refocus on the task at hand, and as the words fill your ears, you feel the blood drain from your body.

of course, the whole ball was about dancing.

another thing you didn’t know about jungwon. he’s freaking good at everything. besides being smart, kind, attractive- you slap yourself once more-

he’s also good at dancing?

you can’t count the amount of times you had to apologize to jungwon that day, whether it be for stepping on his feet or literally existing.

you shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly. after that day of rehearsing, you couldn’t catch a break.

you were still nursing your sore legs later when wonyoung quite literally attacks you in the courtyard. you were contentedly studying on a bench, papers in front of you. that is, until she practically leaps on you and makes all your notes blow off into the surrounding air.

your lips purse into a thin line. what could it be now?

“you’re dating yang jungwon?”

your jaw drops as if she wasn’t just talking about you.

“what did you just say?”

she grabs you by the shoulders, pupils blown. “it’s been spreading everywhere, y/n! why didn’t you tell me? or-“

her words fall on deaf ears as you stalk off with one mission in mind.

it isn’t hard for you to find jungwon, you already knew what his next class was. but to see all the eyes on you as you drag him away and to the room of requirements for privacy was something else.

jungwon doesn’t even get a word in as you force him to sit in an empty chair, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“what is-“

“you tell me. what in the name of dumbledore is going on, jungwon?” you stare at him accusingly.

when he avoids your eyes, you know your hunch is confirmed.

"you see…”

“i see?” you prompt.

“all my friends kept teasing me about you… so i kinda forgot to mention that i asked you out on a whim, a-as a friend,” he manages to fumble out.

it’s not hard for you to put two and two together. you pinch your nose bridge, “so you chickened out and said we were dating?”

he visibly deflates.

“yeah. basically.”

you bite your lip, “but why would you do that? it’s not a bad thing for two people, who are friends, to go to the yule ball together. is it?”

jungwon sighs and just says, “it would be embarrassing if my friends found out that i couldn’t find anyone and asked you randomly. literally i would never hear the end of it. i know already embarrassing enough for the both of us, and it’s all my fault, but can you please go along with it until the ball‘s over?”

you hesitate, and he stares at you with those pleading eyes again. curse yang jungwon.

“we can just pretend for a short bit. it’ll be harmless, and after that we can just go back to normal.”

harmless? normal?

you weigh your options in your head. wouldn’t it be situation escalate even more if you denied the rumors after he confirmed them? maybe you should have thought about your answer more, but it was too late.

“fine,” you exhale, “but you owe me a favor. history of magic tutoring because it’s literally the most boring class.”

“o-of course. i really owe you one.”

it was a long process coming up with a story. but surprisingly easier than you thought.

“can’t we just say we were friends and then i asked you out?” jungwon frowns.

you scoff, “really now? how realistic does that seem to you?”

he clears his throat. “fine. we’ll say that you asked me out and things just went on from there.”

facing your friends was the hardest part. you had to give them the fake apologetic look and explain.

“we wanted to keep it a secret at first. you know, since it was so new to us…”

“you know, i’m honestly not that surprised. I could definitely picture you guys being together before anyone said anything,” haerin chimes in.

you swallow your spit a little too harshly. before long, sounds of agreement fill the air and you actually want to transfigure into a fly and escape out the window.

you let out a strained laugh, “really? i’m surprised.”

wonyoung frowns, “i’m still mad you kept it from me but i have to agree. you guys look good together.”

you splutter, “you haven’t even seen us together!”

she shrugs innocently, “i’ve always been watching you two.”

“creep.”

“whipped.”

some ground rules were established between you and jungwon. rules never to be broken within your expected duration of (not) dating.

first, no kissing, obviously. hand holding was fine, hugs were fine, just nothing too far. second, no cheesy nicknames (merlin’s beard, never). you settled on won for jungwon and he settled on- you pause- what did he settle on? after you suggested won, he seemed to be too preoccupied (with reddened ears) to focus on making one for you.

third. walking to class together was necessary to keep the act up and study “dates” in the library (aka your side of the deal) were every thursday.

“I think that settles it,” you glance at your list in satisfaction.

“wait-” jungwon says abruptly before faltering.

“what?” you glance at him curiously. “are we missing something?”

he mutters something under his breath and you lean in closer.

“you can just say it,” you shake your head in amusement, “it’s not like this is a strict, by the book set of rules.”

“clothes!” jungwon manages to get out, “like- don’t couples share clothes and stuff like that? but if you’re not comfortable with that-“

you fall silent.

jungwon takes note of your lack of reaction and rubs his hands nervously.

“o-or not, we don’t have to-“

“okay,” you say quietly, all of a sudden your fingers seemed much more interesting to look at than the boy in front of you. was it just you or did the room feel a bit too hot?

you found jungwon’s scarf to be a bit big and a bit itchy, but comfortable. the first thing you noticed when you put it on was that it smelled like him.

jungwon smiled softly, “it looks good on you.”

you blink, almost feeling the soft material tug at your heartstrings. “oh. thanks.”

“see you later at lunch,” he waves and you wave back with a soft smile.

besides the teasing from your friends, you found it to be quite nice- including the extra tutoring from smartie jungwon.

“i don’t get it. who cares about who started the goblin rebellion of 1289?”

jungwon chuckles in amusement, “the professor does, that’s who. and you will too since your marks depend on it.”

you groan, planting your cheek on the wooden library table. habitually, jungwon pokes your cheek.

“come on. we won’t finish until 12 if we stop now.”

you let out a muffled protest.

“y/l/nnnn-“ he drags out the last syllable.

you turn your head so your cheek rests on the table, but you can still see him staring back at you with a fond expression.

“don’t want to.”

sighing, jungwon puts the textbook aside and puts his head down so he’s directly facing you. your breath hitches at the close proximity.

at this closeness, you can every speck of light in his eyes. the moles on his face, the eyebags that you’re sure you share as well.

“i’ll make an excuse so you don’t have to attend the next dance lesson,” he says softly, and his breath tickles your cheek.

“deal,” you whisper back.

and yet neither one of you can seem to get up from your position.

“you guys are sickeningly cute.”

at this point, it was becoming a regular. after the shock of you and jungwon “dating” had subsided came the admirers and fans.

you laugh dryly, dropping jungwon’s hand and ignoring the look of confusion and protest he sends your way. to make up for it, you lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek. only for a split second do you see the surprised look on his face before it’s wiped away with an easy smile.

“see you later, won.”

“bye, baby.”

again, you pretend not to hear the cooing and awwing from your friends behind you.

“you even have nicknames?”

“he’s such a nice boyfriend to walk you to your classes.”

you shift uncomfortably in your position. “yeah…”

what was bad was that you had gotten a little too used to it- acting as a couple with jungwon. what was worse was that you were starting to like it.

he comes to pick you up after class is over. and walk you to lunch. usually jungwon would drop you off at your designated seat with your friends and go to his friends, but today he was stopped by some third years.

“hey prefect! could you help do my research paper for potions?”

at the first sign of jungwon’s uneasiness, you frown. it wasn’t the first time you witnessed his stress and exhaustion of being a prefect- and simply a kind person.

you knew he always tried to help out whenever he could. that was his duty, and his personal values. but the days spent observing him literally pulling his hair out over other people’s issues wasn’t making it any better.

“excuse me,” you step out in front of jungwon, “but my boyfriend here isn’t your homework machine. he’s a human, and he’s perfectly willing to help you guys out- not do you work for you because of your laziness.”

jungwon’s eyes widen, mouth opened to object, but you angrily take his hand and drag him out of the great hall to a quieter place.

“y/n- you didn’t have to-“

“they were taking advantage of you. they always do. you have your own problems and those kids need to learn how to do things for themselves.” you were internally fuming and not about to hear jungwon defend them.

“but it’s my job as-“

“i don’t care about your prefect duties, i care about you!”

he freezes and your voice noticeably loses its strength, “you’re my friend. of course i care about you.”

“yeah… right,” he manages to whisper before stalking away, leaving you alone and confused.

you hadn’t seen jungwon in a while. it’s like he was personally avoiding you, but you had no idea why.

he stopped walking you to class, showing up for tutoring on thursdays- completely and utterly avoiding you without a single word.

you couldn’t even approach him, it’s like you didn’t even exist. you replayed that days events in your mind over and over, picking apart each and every interaction.

what did you do? what did you say?

“don’t worry, y/n. he’s just going through a tough time probably and wants to be alone. just give him time,” kazuha reassures you.

wrong, you think bitterly but don’t voice your thoughts. jungwon wasn’t the type to do that, or so you believed.

the yule ball was still coming up and now you had to practice dancing alone, rehearsing every step in the dark with an imaginary partner.

you didn’t even know if you were still going with jungwon, but something in you made you feel obligated to at least get the moves down. if any tiny hope in you still said so.

the day before the ball, one last practice, you thought you heard a sound but when you looked, there was no one. it was probably just your imagination hoping jungwon would show up out of nowhere.

sweaty and breathless, you lay down in the middle of the ground. and let the sadness wash over you.

“are you sure you’re not going?”

you smile sadly, curling up tighter under your blue covers. “nah, i’m good.”

“but-“

“really,” you insist, “i’ll join later.”

as the door clicks shut and silent fills the room, you stare up at the highlighted ceiling, sprinkled with stars. stars alike the ones you saw in jungwon’s eyes.

you rub a hand over your face, throwing the covers off you.

screw it.

you need to do this.

scrambling out of the room with one heel on and the other untied, you hastily managed to dash over to the ballroom. soft music floated over through the doors, and you curse.

were you too late for the introductory dance?

releasing a heavy breath, you push past the doors and stumble to a halt.

your eyes fall upon the familiar prefects positioned in the middle of the room, all students surrounding on the sides.

and finally, you spot jungwon next to the dance professor.

everyone’s eyes are on you, but for once you only seem to care about one person’s.

the professor silently sighs in relief,

“thank goodness. prefects and respective partners, take your places!”

blood rushing in your ears and adrenaline effectively coursing through your veins, you take each step carefully towards jungwon.

he has an unreadable expression on his face, which makes your stomach churn. you take your positions as practiced, and your hand tingles when his touches yours.

it’s silent at first, the period of waiting for the music to start, but once the music begins, jungwon speaks under his breath.

“you look beautiful.”

your heart skips a beat and slowly, your eyes flicker to his face. he doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on executing the moves perfectly.

“you look handsome,” you whisper back.

the dance proceeds smoothly in the beginning, as if you had practiced a hundred times. but nearing the end, you falter at one move and bite your lip, hoping not too many people noticed.

“you’re doing good. three… four…”

you look eyes with him, surprised, and in that moment, your breath is taken away. time pauses and the music fades. everything else doesn’t matter in the moment,

it’s only you and him.

with jungwon’s encouragement, you’re able to finish the routine without another mistake. and when the dance ends and applause begins, you quickly take his hand before he can run away again, grip desperate.

“can we please talk?” eyes pleading, he has no choice but to listen.

finding an empty corridor, you face him on the other side, leaning against the wall. it’s completely silent, so you clench your fists.

“could you explain why you ignored me for the past week? please explain what i did to you?”

“it doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, “after today, we don’t have to do this anymore. everything i put you through will be over, because that’s what you want, right?”

you groan in frustration.

“who said i want that? what if i say i don’t want it to be over? what if i want answers from you so we can go back to how we were? fake lovers, real lovers, i don’t care! i can’t keep acting, i just want you back in my life,” your voice cracks at the end.

his hands fall to his side.

“what do you mean?” he responds shakily. you can barely see him in the darkness, so you take a few steps closer.

“are you that dense? because i don’t think so.”

another step.

you realized, and you knew. thursdays became your favorite day of the week. no, any day spent with jungeon was your favorite day. you had become too comfortable supposedly acting with him for all of it to be a lie. and it wasn’t. your feelings weren’t a lie.

“i think i should be asking you that question.”

you stop, head cocking to the side.

“what-“

he pushes off from his spot on the wall, and you feel the action. blinking, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten.

the newfound confidence seems to fade when jungwon fiddles with his tie, “i wouldn’t have asked you to be my date if i didn’t like you…”

you clear your throat awkwardly, “so the whole you’re the first person i eyes on and was available was a lie?”

“somewhat,” he defends himself, “i didn’t know what would happen, but you really were the first person that i was comfortable enough with to ask. it just so happened that i liked you as well. i dunno- things just happened and we got closer.”

“then why did you push me away?”

he sighs, “because i thought you didn’t feel the same way. i got too caught up in being your fake boyfriend so i tried to prepare myself to go back to the way we were before. just friends.”

you lean in, just a barely. “but now we both know- that’s not what we want.”

his face was just an inch apart. you could feel his nose tickle the side of your face.

“what do you want?”

“this.”

and you proceed to smash your lips on his.

bonus :)

“you’re just lucky that i practiced.”

“alone too,” you add with a fake dramatic turn of your head (jungwon internally melts at the sight of you acting like a little kid), “like a maniac in the ballroom during the wee hours of the night.”

jungwon lets out a melodious laugh, squeezing your hand and sending you a guilty smile.

“i know.”

you straighten up, "excuse me?”

“i saw you during patrol that night,” he explains, “technically no one is allowed there past hours, but i let you stay.”

you frown but suddenly gasp at the recollection, “it was you back then!”

he blushes.

“you were watching me?”

“of course, i always was.”

a/n ▸ hehe as a ravenclaw i had to do this :>

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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18.) "Kiss me! Kiss me like your life depends on it!"19.) "Show me that I can forgive you! I need proof!" For the plot could it be Yandere Katsuki bnha who caught his darling escaping through a window and for him to grab them the last minute

Yeah, I can try! Sorry for the long wait. Pro Hero AU and Aged up as usual! Using the Pro Hero name Dynamight as I think that is the more canon one. My prompts were used.

I've never written for him (At least, not a fic) so I am sorry this may be OOC and short.

Yandere Katsuki Bakugo Prompts 18 + 19

"Kiss me! Kiss me like your life depends on it!"

"Show me that I can forgive you! I need proof!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Anger issues, Threats, Forced kissing, Isolation, Manipulation, Toxic behaviors, Forced behavior, Swearing.

His touch was burning. His love and temper... explosive. Being around, or even dating, Dynamight was as though you had a bomb in the house.

One wrong move and he could end up destructive.

Which is why when you felt him grab you half way through the window, your life flashed before your eyes. The window sill presses against your waist and his grip is tight around your ankle. Despite being in casual clothes, he managed to look terrifying.

You had brought up breaking up a week ago, in response he had locked you in your shared house. You could never see your boyfriend as a hero after that. His temper was going to be his downfall from the time he was young.

That look in his eyes was as if you were looking at death himself....

"Just where do you think you're going?"

His voice is a growl. You swore you felt your skin burning as he yanked you harshly from the window. With a pained yelp, your body is torn off the window and onto the floor. Bakugo then slams the window shut, nearly breaking it.

"Was that your pitiful attempt at leaving!?"

"Katsuki-"

"Shut up..."

He stands over you, rage inducing heavy breathing. If he felt betrayed he hid it with anger.... Bakugo then leans down, eyes never leaving you.

"I leave you alone for a little bit... and you try to leave the house! I should've left you in isolation instead of moving you. Clearly you aren't ready to be beside me."

"N-No! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? Do you really think little words like that will be enough for me to listen to you? After I had to pull your lying ass from the window!?"

He picks you up and presses you against the wall. Despite being angry, he tries not to hurt you. The fact he still acted like he loved you was stupid to you....

"Words aren't going to cut it, dear..." Bakugo corners you, red eyes that of a villain in hero's clothing. "Show me that I can forgive you! I need proof!"

His breath ghosts over your face. You shiver in front of him like a leaf, but all movements cease once he lays a calloused hand against your neck. Not tight enough to choke you, yet enough of a threat due to his quirk.

"You still love me..." He says, mostly to himself. Like if he doesn't reassure his delusions... he'll fall apart. You wondered if trying to leave him ruined his ego. "Look at me...!"

He holds your chin up in his other hand, eyes in a glare.

"Kiss me! Kiss me like your life depends on it!"

Once he says that, he squeezes your throat softly. A silent threat to have you listen to him. Hesitantly, wishing to tame the beast, you press your lips against his.

It's silent for a long time. All except for the soft sounds of your kiss. Bakugo hungrily devours your lips, pulling you closer like he's been starved for days.

By the time you pull away, Bakugo has calmed slightly. Soft panting is shared between you while he tightly holds you. You're caged by him...

You hope he'll be merciful.

"... I want more."

Your heart stutters for a moment when you hear that, the blonde looking down at you.

"Besides... you could be faking all this. Just to leave again."

His voice is low before he's mouthing at your neck. Like the countless times before, before the break up mention, he still managed to make you weak in the knees by hitting your weak spots.

Against your internal protest, you give into his heat. Like that of a bomb, he was explosive. In temper... but also passion.

For your safety, you'd comply to his demands. Just until he's calm enough to try a new idea. Bakugo was not someone you could take lightly.

The best thing for you would be to cut him off, to look for help from other heroes...

As of now, however, you needed to continue dancing around his temper until he let you out of the house again.

#yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere katsuki bakugou

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xenon-demon · 11 months

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WIP Weekend! 🖋️

So I've been tagged in various WIP games this week by @stobinesque @penny00dreadful and @steves-strapcollection - thank you all Very Much for the tags!! <3 (even if the tags were because I am an Enabler Of Fic, I recognise my true calling is to be a hype man and writing is my side gig lmao)

Anyway I have a reasonably free weekend this weekend and a BURNING DESIRE to get something ao3-ready. Also FYI these rules are a slightly modified version of the ones Sam (penny00dreadful) is using, because I am using the "Fuck It We Ball" approach and cobbling together all the various WIP games into something that will work for me.

🎆 Rules 🎆

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

I am listing my WIP names as a poll; the poll will run for 24 hours and at the end I'll do the maths on how many votes each WIP received. I'll then set a goal to write 100 words per vote* for each WIP, and make a post of the vote breakdown for accountability! (*I may change this to be more than 100 words per vote if I don't get many votes in total.)

Snippet from "steve overstimulation projection manifesto" (SOPM) under the cut!

So yeah. Eddie can’t handle sudden change, big deal.

Steve can, for the most part; he's a lot more adaptable. No, Steve's weakness is people.

It took Eddie a while to realize it, and even then, he didn't truly understand until after they'd started dating. After all, how could the former King of Hawkins High possibly find socializing difficult? Eddie remembers all those bitter glances he used to shoot King Steve's way, jealous of how effortlessly he commanded the court of public opinion - not that he'd ever admit to it. But then Steve fell from grace, underwent more character growth than Eddie thought one man was capable of, and now Eddie knows the truth: uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. (Eddie is forever in debt to his freshman year English teacher for pointing him in the direction of the battered copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare in Hawkins Public Library. If only poor Mr Collins knew Eddie was only interested so he could use it as inspiration for D&D campaigns.)

Steve is absolutely charismatic; he knows how to tell people exactly what they want to hear, or make them feel special in a way that keeps them coming back for more. The catch is it's an intentional act. It's a mask that Steve used to be terrified he could never take off, as he mournfully confessed to Eddie one night while sharing a joint in the trailer. As it turns out, Steve just needed better friends; with Robin, with the kids, with Eddie, he finds it so easy to just be himself. He doesn't have to censor himself or fret over what image he's presenting to the world, and can instead relax and actually enjoy the company. Steve's joked around with Eddie before that it's actually kind of good for their relationship that Steve used to have to try so hard - he knows how to flirt without even consciously thinking about it. What Steve doesn't know is that he could go into graphic detail about the shape of his toenails and Eddie would still be listening with hearts in his eyes.

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And now some tags, both for visibility and as an invitation to join in if you'd like to/aren't already doing a writing game for the weekend! <3

@sailing-through-hawkins @onirislanding @inairbinad @eriquin @scarcrossdlvrs @patchworkgargoyle

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic #wip weekend #autistic steve harrington #<- is The Deal with SOPM. i promise i'll give it a real title soon <3 #also YES I still have some WIP game asks in my inbox and YES I do live in shame #unironically the hardest part is choosing what snippet to hand out lmao

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annabtg · 8 months

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20 questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @theresthesnitch, I love seeing everyone's answers on this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

40.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

177,784. (A couple of thousand of those are actually by @eemolu, my partner in writing taller than the trees).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days, almost exclusively HP, though I've written a few little oneshots for Lois & Clark.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Great James Potter (167 kudos). Jily, canon, 7th year Lily POV "enemies"-to-lovers, 8.7k.

2. AO3 Is Down (149 kudos). Jily Muggle AU where they work for AO3. As cracky as it sounds. XD 1.4k.

3. As If By Magic (139 kudos). Jily, canon, 7th year slow burn, 34k.

4. Inescapable (138 kudos). Jily, soulmates, Hogwarts across the years, 4.2k.

5. Are You Experienced? (135 kudos). Hogwarts Jily go to a Muggle concert for their first date. 12.6k.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely!! Comments make my day and I always want people to know I appreciate them!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Trapped - Emmeline Vance's last fight with the Death Eaters, told from her POV.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Are You Experienced? is definitely one of the fluffiest!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't say I've ever got full-blown hate, but I've got a few negative comments, most of them for writing Sirius/Lily. Stuff like 'Sirius would never do that to James' - even when it's a story where the Sirius/Lily part is fake dating and James is actually aware of it and endorsing it. xD The mind boggles.

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

I write some smut, yes! M/F, mostly vanilla stuff. :p

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really! Though one day I want to finish that fic where Lily is a L&C fan. xD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Who would be interested in stealing my fics? Lol. xD

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! My old Remadora story Over Spilt Coffee (FF.net link here - I should put it up on AO3) was translated to Russian, from my own Greek translation. And there was also a translation of Birthday in Spanish but the link doesn't seem to be working.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

A couple! Apart from taller than the trees which I've already mentioned, I'd cowritten a fic for L&C with my friend Raquel.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

JILY!!!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My old WIP Through Times Of War. It was my attempt to write Book 7 before DH came out. I still remember my plans for it, I had an ending and everything, but I'm just not interested in that era anymore.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A good grasp of grammar, vocabulary, flow - the technical aspects. My writing always looks very polished.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Coming up with a good plot/what happens next.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it once - had Fleur and her family fight in French about Bill, in listening range of the Weasleys. I think that, if you're going to write dialogue in another language for a fic, it has to serve a narrative purpose. I don't like it when characters speak in another language or drop random words/endearments just to show off the writer's headcanons about where they're from.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Depends on your definition of favourite, but the one I'm proudest of is probably Are You Experienced?

Tagging @athenasparrow, @charmsandtealeaves, @kay-elle-cee, @jamesunderwater (if you haven't been tagged already!)

#tag game #writer tag game #got tagged #self rec

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justhere4thevibez · 7 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @staceymcgillicuddy @cyraclove and @bibiche007 thanks guys 💛💛💛

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32! I can't believe it!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

420,197 which is insane!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things, hellcheer specifically

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Is the Road Out of Hell (dnd au)

The Interview (college/fake dating au)

Hold Onto Me (vampire au)

Cooking Up Something Sweet (rockstar social media au)

Waiting For This Moment (flower shop/tattoo parlor au)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to respond to every single comment! They took the time to give me a comment, why wouldn't I take the time to thank them for it?

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That's tough, because I always try to give hellcheer a happy ending - they deserve it! But Release My Inner Fantasy, despite being almost purely smut, definitely has the angstiest ending. (although it might be slightly cheating since it is part of an ongoing series, and I do intend to give them an eventual happy ending)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, I love to write happy endings! So most of my fics are very happy at the close. But Hooked on a Feeling might be my most sappy-sweet ending. It's definitely one of my more lighthearted fics!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

honestly, no! the hellcheer fandom overall has been very kind to me. the closest I get to hate on fics is people wishing/asking me to do something different than I've already done (i.e. write an alternate ending because they didn't want A or B in it), which can be very discouraging. but I don't get that a lot!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! However, I had never written actual smut in my life until this year, so I'm still pretty new at it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really. The closest I've ever gotten to a crossover is crossover elements loosely integrated in a fic. Devil in the Woods, for example, uses bits and pieces from things like little red riding hood and beauty and the beast while remaining very much its own thing!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! And I'd very much like to keep it that way

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't think so! but i'd be honored if somebody did

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, but I have a lovely friend who betas for me on occasion and we bounce ideas back and forth so much it sometimes feels like cowriting ( @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction )

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

hellcheer, if you couldn't tell 😉

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I intend to finish every single wip I have going atm (As well as a few on the back burner lol). but sometimes it feels like i'm never going to finish them, especially when i'm on the very last chapters. why does it always work like that???

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like i'm pretty good at writing intimate scenes. and by that i mean scenes where not a lot's going on, where a small group of characters (usually two) can be together or have a conversation that doesn't do much for the plot but sheds a lot of light on the characters themselves (both to the readers and within the story between characters)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm very undisciplined with writing habits, i don't write every day or have certain goals. i struggle to describe people and scenery in a concrete way that is integrative with the story itself.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

find a native speaker and get (and listen to) their feedback. whether it's tenses, phrases, or cultural tendencies, let someone who's actually the expert be the expert.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

hellcheer! unless you count me scribbling in my journal when i was about eight, writing a boxcar children story because i'd heard that they employed ghost writers and i thought "i could do that!" i wrote like half a dozen sentences, convinced i was going to become employed by the boxcar children publisher.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

honestly? probably Devil in the Woods. it's the one i go back to the most when i need a comfort read.

Tagging @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction @sloelimbs@ebongawk and anyone else who wants to join!

#hellcheer #writer asks #vibez answers

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this-is-moony-lovegood · 1 year

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Wip Wednesday

So, I’ve been working on Eddie’s POV of my previous fic: Cool. Here’s a little snippet for you. Maybe it’ll be finished sometime this weekend? Although another wip has taken a hold of my brain today (Celebrity!Buddie fake dating AU). So I’ll be shuffling through them both when inspiration strikes.

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“I still can’t believe that really happened to you. It’s so freaking cool.” He’d frozen immediately, dropping his fork and letting it crash on his nearly empty dinner plate. Now, he swears all of their eyes are focused on him, as the silence in the room rings in his ears. He can’t really tell though because his gaze is locked on Natalia, trying to process if he heard her right.

“Did you just... did you just call Buck’s death... cool?” He says, but he thinks it comes out more like a whisper than anything. He feels buzzing underneath is skin, tiny jolts crawling up his arms. If he listens close he can almost hear the electricity crackling in the air… the signs that a lightning storm is brewing. It’s all too familiar… and yet, even though he’s in Buck’s kitchen, with late afternoon light shining through his nearly floor to ceiling windows, he can’t swallow the notion that it’s about to rain.

When Natalia goes to speak again, the buzzing intensifies, as does his heart rate. With each word - each dismissal of a horrific life event - the room starts to darken, and he’s finding it harder to breathe. Each breathe shallower than the last. “It’s just… the experience. It’s like no other. How many people get to say they’ve died and live to tell the tale? It’s fascinating-”

Eddie raises his hand, effectively cutting off her explanation. He chokes out, “Excuse me, I… I just need a minute.” He rises to get out of his chair, and Chris instantly grabs his dad’s hand, squeezing it quickly. “I’m fine, buddy.” He lies. He knows that if Chris grabbed a little higher on his wrist, he’d be able to feel Eddie’s blood rushing in his veins. But even amongst the growing panic - yes, Eddie know this time that’s what it is - he tells his son, “I’ll be back.”

He forces a smile as he pushes his chair in, and quickly makes his exit to the balcony. He just needs a minute - maybe a few - to let the panic start to settle. But his knees are weak, and he practically falls onto the railing of the balcony before he adjusts to lean on his elbows. The only thing separating him and the kitchen right now is a wall of windows, meaning he can feel their eyes on him from inside the loft.

He hangs his head and squeezes his eyes shut. But when he does all he sees is that dark night - the bolt of lightning sparking up the sky. He forces his eyes open, trying to ground himself in the present. He’s not back there. He’s on Buck’s balcony. The suns out, not drop of rain, not a cloud in the sky. But, god, his heart races like there is.

Frank’s voice echoes in his ears telling him to breathe, so he tries. He makes himself take deep breaths. Breathe in for five seconds. Hold for five seconds. Breathe out for five seconds. Repeat. His mind is still scrambling. Even with his eyes open this time, he’s getting flashes all around him. A road he’s breaking every driving law on, the fluorescent lights of the hospital waiting room, the carpet of Chris’s bedroom that he’s sitting on as he fights himself to just get the words out and let Chris know what happened, Buck’s chest beneath his hands while he uses all the strength he has left to try and restart his heart…

You’re not back there, Eddie. Buck is here with you. Buck is alive. Everything is going to be okay. He tells himself over and over again, trying to drown out his own voice ringing in his ears as he screams Buck’s name over and over again. He places two fingers over the pulse point on his left wrist feeling the intense rush of his heart beat reflected there. He breathes deeply again, repeating Frank’s exercise, trying to get the rhythm to match his breathing. Buck is alive. Buck is alive. Buck is alive.

He’s quickly reminded of that when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Instead of turning him, the hand just shifts to start rubbing soothing circles on his back. He doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is. He’d felt that same hand on his back the last time Buck had caught him in the middle of panic attack - on the floor of his bedroom, clutching a baseball bat. Is it bad that this is what starts to calm him? The moment Buck is in the room - well, the balcony - is when the clouds start to clear, the rain lets up, and the buzzing begins to fade.

#buddie #wip wednesday #fic: cool #eddie diaz pov #911 fox #911 abc #911 #911 fic

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pan-de-queer · 8 months

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20 Questions Game

Tagged by @jadedloverart! for once, i've finished work early and am free to write fic and answer tag games today hahaha thanks for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31 lmao, feeling a lil fandom old or whatever haha

2. Total AO3 word count

157,459 ??? wild considering i mostly post one-shots hahaha

3. Fandoms you write for

for the past few years it's been supercorp but you can also find bechloe, junksen/embry, some choices (the cyoa game), and les mis sprinkled in my ao3. all wlw too

4. Top 5 fics by kudos -

ruined nights make for perfect first dates (bechloe)

'cause you know all of my secrets (supercorp)

maybe i matter (because i knew you) (bechloe)

love tastes like spring and blood (bechloe)

kept my face to the sun (you drive away my shadows) (supercorp)

most interesting thing for me abt this is that ruined nights is the shortest one out of all five of these??? love that ppl liked it so much tho

5. Do you respond to comments?

as much as possible yeah! which reminds me that i haven't replied to @jadedloverart's comment on my fic. and other comments. i should do that hahaha

6. Fic w/ Angstiest Ending -

i don't end with angst haha i'm angst with a happy ending or bust lmao BUT the closest to angst would probably be love tastes bc the issue isn't solved until the very end

7. Happiest ending? -

all of them 💕 but if i had to choose then probabbbly cause you know

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not that i'm aware of!

9. Do you write smut/what kind?

nope! never been interested in writing it mostly bc my brain sees it as "action with even more emotions" and i have a hard enough time with action as it is lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

used to! and if you count the mcu+comics!marvel crossover i only posted a tidbit of, then yes, i still do

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

again, not that i know of

12. Ever had a fic translated?

yeah! can't remember for what tho but someone very kindly asked and i said ofc!! and then they sent the link but i can't remember where lmao

13. Ever cowritten a fic?

a long long time ago haha, wouldn't be opposed to doing it again though!

14. Favorite ship?

it's been supercorp since the pandemic! but who knows where the winds of my silly lil whims might take me?

15. A wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

all of them 💕 lmao jk jk but seriously i have a LOT of wips and i put them all under ONE file so it's like wading through a garbage dump trying to see what i'll do next and that's just for supercorp, i have separate untouched wips for allll my other old fandoms too lmao (some wips i doubt i'll ever finish for sc though are the undercover fake lovers one, the coastal cleanup one even though it SHOULD be easy in theory, the hanahaki au that's lena's version instead of kara's, and the one based off of emily the song by jeremy zucker)

16. Writing strengths?

anything descriptive! i can go in depth about shit forevveeerrrr

17. Writing weaknesses?

dialogue. like i can WRITE it and i can even write it WELL but that dialogue came from the bloodbath of thousands of drafts so

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in a different language?

many thoughts! number one being that if you don't know it, get someone who's above average fluent to help you if you feel like the language is needed in the story! and if the language is fake (like using kryptonian) then make the inclusion of it make sense! other thoughts are for my thinking only 💕 (and my unfortunate friends who have to listen to me lecture)

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

MAYBE ranger's apprentice or percy jackson

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

i can't pick favorite for my babies but i'm hella proud of all my supercorp fics rn! it had been so long since i joined a new fandom that i felt suuupppeerrr awkward posting at first! but it's been a nice experience shifting fandoms ever since :)))

for the no pressure tags! @nostradamus0 @sssammich @ridiculously-over-obsessed @tiny-maus-boots and anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game #while i do genuinely mean 'and anyone else who wants to join' it ALSO means 'i don't remember y'alls usernames'#and i'm p sure i just flat out forGOT even if in my heart of hearts i know that username hasn't changed in a long while #i just can't REMEMBER

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chasingpj · 1 year

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🍄 hiiiiii congrats on 1k!!! i started reading ur child of hecate fic since the 1st chapter& i loveeeee what ur doing for the rewrite!!! any ways i want to ask what ur wips r rn ??? cause u havent updated in a while & i wanted to know if u have smthng planned

hi hi! first, i want to say thank you so much for sticking by my fic for so long like?? I'm the worst post-er in the world and i truly applaud you for your patience and am so so thankful for your support!!!

now to answer your question... i indeed have plenty for you guys and i'm really hoping i get to execute this! I'll give you some sneak peaks of the writing too :)))

Here With Me: it's a nico one-shot with a platonic older sister reader and the relationship is kind of inspired by Wednesday and Pugsley's dynamic.

“Okay, listen here…” You move a little closer, eyeing the name tag on the frightened guard. “Atrius. Have you seen a girl named Bianca? She looks like this kid.” Pointing at Nico, the ghost peers over your shoulder.

“No, I haven’t seen her.” As definitive as that statement was, he didn’t sound so definitive. His bones clinked together as he shivered in your presence.

“I don’t like when people lie to me.” You stare into his empty eye sockets. One moment passes and then two and then three and still he hasn’t budged. Irritation buzzed at the back of your skull. You had the time but none of the patience to play hide and seek.

Nico stands a short way behind you, partially concerned for your victim. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do if you didn’t get what you wanted. The skeleton flashed him a look and even with no skin on his face, he could tell it was pleading.

“Help me!” He was saying without a word. The boy doesn’t move from his spot though, instead looking away sheepishly. Pleading or not, he looked scary. That and Nico really wants to find his sister.

“I’m not lying!” He insists and it annoys you even more. Quickly, in one movement, you grab his leg and tug so hard it comes straight out the socket. Tossing it to the side, your eyes don’t leave him as he yelps, falling straight to the ground.

“Tell me where she is, or I’m tossing both of your legs into Tartarus. Last chance.”

2. Discovered: it's a percy one shot where you're jason's little sister and you've trying to keep your relationship a secret

“Perce, we should get out there.” Your eyes focus on the door as he slowly lowers your hand off his face. “I came here to wake you up, not to cuddle.” The suggestion flew into one ear and out the other, Percy only nuzzling his face further into your neck. “Hmm.” The vibration of his hum tickles your skin, distracting the rational thoughts that urge you to take your own advice. “Let’s just stay here and sleep a little longer.”

When did you become so weak? You’re not sure how it came about with Percy. His husky, fatigue-laced voice was enough for you to persuade you. It wasn’t even the warmth of his body splayed over yours or the inviting bed sheets graced with his sweet scent that could sway your persistence. As much as you wished to stay here, playing with Percy’s dark locks until the two of you drift to sleep, you know you couldn’t.

Your brother, Jason, was big on routines and he didn’t waste any time to work out a schedule for himself and the whole Argo II crew. Curfew was set to wake up at the crack of dawn and the times varied person to person under the consideration of who was scheduled for the night watch. 7 am was pretty early, considering you’re all stuck on a boat all day. The hours would just drag and you’ve tried to compromise with him about it but the former praetor was set on his plans.

3. Holidate: it's short series that i'm working on inspired by the netflix movie Holidate! It takes place after college, percy and y/n are adults and just got out of long term relationships! it's a fake dating au. I want to get this fic out for the holidays at the end of the year!

“What?” Silena doesn’t falter her stare and you shift on your feet, suddenly, aware of Ellie tugging on your arm, eager to show you all the Christmas presents she got this year. “You're acting like I showed up in sweats!” Silena purses her lips. “I did my hair, and my makeup! First time in 3 months.” You hoped she'd give you some credit but her expression doesn’t change. “You know what? I don’t need to explain myself to you. I’m going to attend your daughter's Christmas Haul now.”

Silena scoffs and turns on her heels, the red bottoms of her heels clashing perfectly with the green of her dress. Content with that being the end of your conversation, you make your way to the grand stairs with your 4-year-old tour guide.

“You look like shit.” Your vision follows the direction of the voice. Drew smirks, glamorous in her choice of outfit today. To any other dinner party, you wouldn’t be underdressed but Cabin 10 took any event like the met gala.

“Thank you.” you smile as if you just got a compliment. Ignoring her look of obvious disgust, you run up the stairs behind the crowd of children.

__________

“Percy?” Estelle pats her older brother’s shoulder. She waits for a moment, the older boy staring at his cup of eggnog with nothing particular in mind. “PERCY?”

As if snapping out of a trance, Percy blinks, meeting the six-year-olds gaze. “Yes, Guppy?”

The sweet tone in his voice was hard to manage but the last thing he wanted was to ruin his little sister's Christmas with his crabby attitude. He wishes he stayed home at his apartment, waiting out this holiday by pretending it was just a regular Friday. Sally didn’t allow it though, waking him up by calling his landline and demanding he showed up to Christmas dinner. He only came for Estelle. He knew his little sister would miss him.

“Where’s Annie?” She asks, teddy in her arms. Percy shifts, about to answer before his mother chimes in.

“Estelle, can you help dad set the table?” The task was somehow exciting to her child mind, the girl ditching the teddy bear on Percy’s lap. Saved by mom, Percy releases the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Sorry,” Sally sheepishly sits beside her son. “I told her what happened and to not bring it up. I guess she wants to hear the news straight from you.”

“It’s fine,” Percy says, green orbs returning to the eggnog in his hand.

#xeni's ask box #percy jackson x reader #nico di angelo fanfic #nico di angelo x reader #xeni's 1k celebration

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suranet · 2 years

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Hello!! I love your combaticons art so much!! And I love hearing your headcanons! So I was wondering if you had any about Onslaught/Blast-Off such as how they got together and the other Combaticons reactions if you don't mind sharing your thoughts?

firstly, thank you for the compliments, Anon! (*⁰▿⁰*) secondly, absolutely do i have headcanons about how my top favorite robot ship could get together and what the rest of the team’s opinions might be about it!!!

some caveats before I share tho: i view the multiple versions of Onslaught and Blast Off across continuities (the continuities that i’ve personally familiar w/ that the Combaticons appear in, anyway) as different enough characters that how i picture them interacting in one series doesn’t always map to their interactions in another series, or to my personal fan continuity.

and since there tends to be no specific canon details to explain how the Combaticons originally met and became a team (were they built together? were they not? did the five of them meet before the war happened or while it was already underway? were they friends or strangers?), there’s breathing room for many possible backstories to run w/. my ideas vary accordingly. o9

G1: one of my headcanons is that they develop an interest in each other over a period of working together, but G1 Onslaught is probably the one who makes the first move. because G1 Blast Off is… he’s a condescending snob. the sort where he’s too proud to not make a potential sailor prove they’re willing to work for the gift of Blast Off’s attention, even if Blast Off secretly reciprocates the feelings being expressed. Onslaught makes a few passes hinting he might be up to a long-term romantic hook-up and Blast Off goes, “hmm… i’m intrigued but i’m hardly going to just give in instantly. impress me. convince me.” meanwhile, Onslaught is a career strategist who has no problem with plotting a plan to do just that. Onslaught’s has plenty of confidence, he’s used to dealing with Blast Off’s less-than-communicative attitude, and he likes coming out on top. the story of two jerks, falling in love!

an opposing alternative G1 idea to this is that their relationship started off as more of a steady pre-war alliance that evolved. they kept operating under a shared delusion that everything between them was 100% casual, no feelings, none, nobody here is going to admit to weakness or anything! right up until one of them nearly dies in a battle and the other is forced to confront the fact they both have. caught feelings.

i’m also partial to another separate true-to-G1-nonsense-logic scenario. in a series of wacky mishaps Blast Off and Onslaught are fake-married on some alien planet for fooling-bureaucracy purposes and don’t remember to have the marriage annulled once the mission is over… which turns into the excuse they use to start dating. hey, Blast Off is calm, reliable, and the teammate that causes Onslaught the least amount of headaches on a good day, why not?

of course, one can also go the opposite direction where G1 On/Off is an ongoing mutual power struggle between the biggest egomaniac on the team (Ons) and the second-biggest egomaniac on the team (Blast Off)! in this headcanon, Blast Off’s only obedient as long as Onslaught demonstrates he’s a good leader and Onslaught’s keen to exercise his authority in showing him that he is.

listen, why would i pick one idea for G1 where i could have dozens of AUs to play in?

the other G1 Combaticons would probably be like: Swindle = doesn’t care unless he can figure out how to make money from it or On/Off squabbling affects him Vortex = free entertainment! free material to needle at! Brawl = if they have a wedding, he wants to cause trouble at it for kicks

Aligned/FOC: I’m drawing from the old FOC games for this. one of the headcanon ideas I came up w/ was an AU where Aligned On/Off were already married before the war and they co-founded the Combaticons as a group of soldiers-for-hire. Blast Off was a disgraced noble and Onslaught was a veteran soldier. they don’t bring it up at work or overtly show it. so it takes a century for the other Combaticons to realize they’re not having a side fling, they’re legally hitched.

picturing Vortex being surprised Onslaught actually bothered to go through the legal channels for something that wasn’t a military matter and surprised Blast Off dropped his stuck-up act long enough to say yes. Onslaught is a little offended Vortex didn’t believe he could be assed to sign some dumb civilian paperwork for commitment. Blast Off is a little offended by Vortex’s comment about him acting superior. Swindle uses this as an opportunity to have a go at Vortex for not noticing, because hey, usually failing to notice the obvious is Brawl’s gig! (Swindle has no room to talk: he only realized it a few decades ahead of Vortex or Brawl.) Brawl and Vortex react to this as expected. a normal day in the workplace.

alternatively: an IDW1-influenced scenario where Aligned Blast Off is wordlessly protective towards and pining after Aligned Onslaught and hasn’t confessed yet and they have a wartime romance has crossed my mind before…

alternatively: poly FOC Combaticons is fun. i do ship the team as poly. in most series.

IDW1: this is the continuity where i am limiting myself to two short answers. to stop myself from talking for pages and pages about IDW1 Onslaught and Blast Off.

the first answer is the one in which canon happens, IDW1 On/Off get together under the storm of unhappy circumstances they do in TAAO, the other Combaticons are supportive and all for it… after years of unaddressed pining and tension, look! finally some steps forward! maybe this will work out w/o anything going horribly wrong! … before it goes horribly wrong and the truth of what went down between Blast Off and Screamer is revealed. the other Combaticons switch to being angry and upset. nobody here would be having a good time, at all.

the second answer is the headcanon one where canon doesn’t happen and the Combaticons avoid the TAAO plot, leaving Onslaught and Blast Off free to sort out their shit on their own terms. and, if somebody can break the news to Onslaught about his second-in-command having a lovesick crush on him, maybe dating can happen. eventually.

TFA: Swindle is the only Combaticon that appears in TFA and none of the others do (and he’s not actually a Combaticon in TFA) but in an AU where they did… i like to picture a story w/ Decepticons Vortex and Blast Off repeatedly running into Autobots Onslaught, Swindle and Brawl, and a cross-faction affair being one of the factors that results in Onslaught and the others defecting to join the Deceptions. (not the only factor, because that would be absurd. Onslaught is ambitious.)

Swindle turns into more of a rogue agent that’s only loosely affiliated w/ them so he can do his part in the TFA plot while idk, Onslaught, Vortex, Brawl, and Blast Off are committing military mercenary crimes in deep space somewhere else.

#sura replies #car robots talk #long post #these are far from my only ideas for On/Off AUs but it's a good sampling #anonymous

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yerimbrit · 4 months

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valentine's special : k. minji

synopsis: there's a valentine's day special at the cafe near your school. the only thing is, it's exclusive to couples. and you and minji aren't dating(?)

# : pairing ! nonidol!kim minji x fem!reader

# : tags ! fake dating (does this even count), fluff, hs!au, you and minji are seniors (but it doesn't really matter), mutual pining

# : wordcount ! 2.8k

# : warnings ! slight implied homophobia

minji loved ice cream.

and so did you. that's how you convinced her to accompany you on your endeavor for a valentine's day special.

which is why she found herself outside of the café two blocks down from your high school just to try the limited time sundae. you'd heard rumors being spread around about the valentine's day menu, and the pictures being posted on instagram simply made the dessert look so irresistible. how could you not come and try it for yourself?

(you were looking up at minji, eyes sparkling as you pulled up a photo of the dessert from a review you screenshotted on your phone. "minji, pleaaase? look, doesn't it look so good? that means we should try it! please?"

"uhm... i don't know, maybe. i have to, uh, feed my fish."

"minji, your fish died two weeks ago!"

"oh yeah. i forgot," she grinned at you, a familiar glint in her eyes, "i guess we can go, if you really want it that bad.")

in all honesty, minji wasn't listening the majority of the time you were trying to convince her, because she was too distracted watching you. watching the way your eyes shined while you spoke, like she could map out a thousand constellations within. watching the way your hands grabbed hers in the midst of your attempt at persuasion, holding on tight like she would fly away if you let go. watching your lips curl upwards into a dimpled smile, beaming at her as she finally replied to you.

you were blinding. but minji was okay with being blinded as long as it was you.

minji could never turn you down. she knows this. she also knows why. and she's decided she's not going to do anything about it. because she'd rather make you happy than ruin any chance of you talking to her ever again—even if you've been friends since freshman year, and you swore she was your forever.

a pinch on her arm woke her from her thoughts.

"ow! why'd you do that?"

you frowned, a crease in your brow.

"we're here, min!" you nudged her shoulder, pointing to your chin where the entrance was.

"oh."

"by the way, the sundae's couples-only so you'll have to pretend to be my girlfriend."

"wait, what?"

the boy behind the cash register stared at you and minji with a bored expression.

"welcome to cloud nine, what'll you be having today?"

you smiled and intertwined your hands with minji's, causing the taller girl's face to heat up at record high temperatures. she gave your hand a weak squeeze, and you returned the gesture with double the energy.

"the valentine's sundae, please."

the boy stood up straight, narrowing his eyes at the two of you. minji gave a sheepish grin. you tilted your head. and minji was about to risk being on the news at the next words that tumbled out of the boy's mouth.

"...you don't look like you're dating."

minji's jaw dropped, and your eye twitched.

"we are dating," you insisted, "how would you even know?"

he scoffed, a smug smile making its way to his face as he leaned over the counter, adjusting his glasses. he's mocking you, minji noted mentally.

"do you know how many," he quoted with his hands, "couples, we've caught that weren't dating? plus, you're both girls."

'god, this kid is annoying. why even make it couple exclusive?' minji thought. she wanted to strangle him, but you wouldn't like that, and she would also get in trouble for it. then he rolled his eyes at both of you and suddenly minji didn't care anymore. screw the laws.

as soon as minji was about to untangle your fingers from hers, you groaned.

"look, dude, what do you want us to do? kiss?"

the boy widened his eyes, not expecting you to say anything like that. his face of shock was quickly replaced by a smirk of challenge, though.

"you're all talk, there's no way you two-"

you interrupted him by turning to your best friend, getting on your tip-toes to kiss her on the cheek. unfortunately, minji decided to turn her head towards you at the worst possible moment and now you were kissing- oh god you were kissing your best friend. you tried moving away to try to break the kiss and apologize, but she wrapped her other hand around your waist and pulled you closer, getting lost in the sweet cherry taste of your chapped lips.

wait, what? minji did what?

a fit of coughs could be heard from the boy behind the counter, finally making you two move apart, and apologizing profusely while putting in your order and fleeing the scene cursing to himself.

"uh-" "i-"

the two of you looked away, a furious red blush coating both of your faces.

"let-" you cleared your throat, "let's find a table."

minji awkwardly coughed, clearly trying to hide her face in her sleeve.

"yeah, let's..."

the awkwardness instilled in the air was so thick that minji couldn't breathe. both of you sat opposite each other, but minji was looking out the window while you traced the wood pattern of the small café table, prominent blushes still adorning your cheeks.

"y/n," minji tried to speak, but her sentence was interrupted when your order, set down in the middle of the table, got in the way.

any curiosity about what the girl was about to say quickly got pushed aside as you pulled out your phone at speeds minji couldn't even comprehend, capturing pictures of the dessert.

she sighed, but couldn't blame you. the sundae looked mouthwatering. vanilla ice cream with strawberries cut into hearts arranged around the top and bits of strawberry mixed into the middle, and pink and white heart shaped sprinkles with a cherry on top.

*click*

'huh?'

minji looked up to see you with a guilty smile, holding up your phone to snap a picture of her staring at the sundae like she was going to kill it.

"not cool bro," she muttered, pulling out her own phone to snap photos of you behind the dessert. after spamming the shutter button on her screen, she lowered her phone and you two made eye contact, before bursting out into laughter.

you took one of the spoons provided on the tray that came with your order, and dug it into the ice cream, trying to get a scoop that included everything that the sweet delicacy featured.

"say, 'ahh,' min!"

"...ahhh-mh."

minji's lips closed around the spoon, humming as the flavor of the sundae exploded in her mouth. it almost felt like she could taste the colors pink and red in her mouth, with the overload of strawberry overwhelming her taste buds. the flavor mixed well with the vanilla, minji thought.

she took the same spoon without another thought, and mirrored your previous action, hovering the filled spoon near your mouth with a hand under to catch anything that fell.

"your turn, y/nnie," she teased, calling you by one of your nicknames, which she rarely did, causing another blush to dust your cheeks.

"a- ahh..."

your eyes widened as you chewed, squealing and flashing a thumbs-up to minji. she rested her chin on her palm, chuckling. her thoughts drifted.

minji realized she loved you in the middle of your chemistry class. thanks to your amazing teamwork, you'd finished the experiment early and were just fooling around while everyone else was still working. minji was washing her hands when you ran up to her asking for her to come back to the table.

she hesitantly followed you back to your station. there, she watched as you held up two beakers filled with clear liquid and poured one into the other with a wide smile on your lips. she watched the liquid turn pink with a blank face, glancing between your face and the beakers you were holding. "look! i made it turn pink!"

("this is seriously so good. i'd say our plan was worth it, right, 'ji?")

she remembered staring at your face for a while, before breaking into giggles. your confused face was still fresh in her mind. "that's so cool, y/nnie."

"i know, right?"

("minji...?")

the hushed laughter the two of you shared in that moment felt like the gentle fluttering of butterflies in minji's stomach. she looked at you through her eyelashes, looked into your eyes, and a flurry of emotions swarmed her heart. three words echoed in her head. 'i love her.'

it's been two years since then, and minji hadn't stopped loving you. the way your hair falls over your face when you're dozing off in the library, golden streaks of light highlighting your features perfectly. the way you stick your tongue out when you're focusing on something. the way you always went out of your way to help others. the way you-

"hey, kim minji," you snapped your fingers, "are you going crazy? blink twice for help."

her eyes widened, realizing she just spaced out in front of you. "huh, what?"

"you seem distracted. is something wrong?"

you licked off some of the ice cream around your lips, and now minji's eyes were trained on your lips. she thought about how soft your lips were, and averted her gaze.

"n-no. nothing, nothing's wrong, don't worry about it y/n."

you tilted your head. was there something going on at home? or some terribly bad news? or was it the kiss? it was the kiss wasn't it. god, you wanted to die. you didn't really have to kiss her just for the sundae... you would've wanted your first kiss with her to be more special.

"oh... okay."

the rest of the time was spent finishing the sundae, easing into comfortable silence. the only thing that could be heard was the occasional hum of content from either of you after taking a bite.

("rock, paper, scissors, shoo- oh come on."

"hehe, thanks for paying, minji-kins!"

"call me that one more time and my wallet won't be the only thing crying."

"...")

you sighed.

the two of you were currently on your way home. the sky was painted a deep blue, your path only being lit by dim streetlights. despite the dark lighting, though, you were able to navigate the streets perfectly fine; you've walked this path hundreds of times. the way home was practically engraved into your mind.

the cold february air bit at your exposed legs, and you cursed at yourself for picking today to give up warmth for the sake of looking cute.

you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you turned towards the girl on your right (she made you walk on the safer side) and suddenly warmth was spreading to your face and down to your legs, which you had been complaining about not even five seconds ago.

she tied the sleeves of her jacket around your waist, and frowned. "you're gonna get frostbite."

"oh... thanks, 'ji."

the two of you start walking again.

"it's fine. why'd you wear a skirt if you knew it was gonna be freezing outside?"

you threw a glance at her, only to find she's already looking at you.

"you don't understand," you whined, "it's for fashion!"

minji laughed, nudging your shoulder. "whatever, y/n."

the silence that followed allowed you to collect your thoughts.

by thoughts, you meant the kiss from earlier. what if that was minji's first kiss too? what if you ruined the experience for her? honestly, you were glad yours was minji, but would she feel the same way? did she share the same feelings that you felt for her since day one?

did she feel the same as you did when the two of you met in homeroom on the first day of school? when you two were placed together on those two-seater school desks, shoulders so close they were practically touching? when you were made to do introductions, and the very first thing she said to you when you turned to her was 'you're pretty'?

kim minji was your world. she was your anchor, but she was also your star, lifting you up into the sky just for a taste of serotonin. you loved minji. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

you pursed your lips, speeding up to stop in front of your best friend. surprised, she stopped as well, staring slightly down at you with a questioning look.

"minji."

"y/n."

"i need to ask you something."

the taller girl fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, the action not going unnoticed by you. you took both of her hands in yours and held them firmly, providing a sense of comfort. you exhaled, your breath materializing in the frigid air, the translucent vapor disappearing into the night.

"why didn't you pull away?"

"huh?" minji furrowed her eyebrows. "pull away? what do you mean?"

the confusion in her tone made you shrink back a little, and a rush of embarrassment flooded your entire being.

"i mean, from earlier. from the kiss. why didn't you pull away?"

"oh."

"oh?"

she squeezed your hands, looking down to the side.

"i..."

"minji, look at me." you let go of her hand briefly to tilt her chin towards you. minji instinctively closed her eyes. you swallowed, releasing another breath. the vapor almost acted like a barrier between you and her.

"do you... like me, minji?"

"..."

"...minji?"

she opened her eyes, and they were twinkling like starlight in the dark.

"what if i said yes?"

without hesitation, you leaned upward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss. it's different from the last; this one was intentional, and you hoped it carried your feelings to minji effectively. minji's hands moved to circle around your waist, and your hands wrapped around her neck, pulling the two of you even closer.

you pulled away for air, and now the vapors from both of your breaths were merging into one from your close proximity.

you huffed. "i like you too, idiot. why didn't you say anything? i've liked you for so long."

minji's expression melted, and she pressed her forehead to yours. "i was scared, okay? i thought our relationship would fall apart if i ever told you."

you shared a bout of laughter, and minji pulled you into a bear hug, the two of you making it down the familiar street once again. except this time, your hands were intertwined. you thought your hands fit perfectly with hers—like two puzzle pieces, made for each other.

it was only a short walk from where you were to your home, and soon you reached the front of your house. the two of you stood there, neither of you wanting to leave.

"so, does this mean we're dating?" minji asked, with a hopeful tone.

your lips curled up into a mischievous grin. "well, you never asked, so we'll never know, yeah?"

the girl in front of you pouted, and it only made you want to kiss it off her face.

"y/n..."

there seemed to be some kind of internal conflict going on in minji's head, because she was silent for a moment before pepping herself up, clenching her fists. you watched her take a deep breath.

"y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

you giggled, and leaned on your tippy toes to press a chaste kiss to her cheek. the tip of minji's ears flushed.

"yes, i'd love to be your girlfriend," you said, then running off to your front porch. turning around, you waved with a bright smile.

"kim minji, i love you!"

the blush at the tip of minji's ears spread throughout her entire face, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burst from smiling too hard.

she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "i love you even more, l/n y/n!"

your eyes crinkled into crescents and you disappeared behind the door that was just opened by your mom before peeking your head back out.

"you should sleep over! my mom already made dinner!"

minji laughed, knowing that there was no way out of it from previous experiences. she already had a set of her own living essentials at your house anyway, from the amount of times she's stayed over. she had her own toothbrush in your bathroom, and a bunch of her clothes sat in your closet.

(the only way she found out she left her clothes at your house was when you showed up to class in a hoodie a size too big for you, and had her initials stitched into the corner of the front pocket. she ended up just bringing half of her closet to your house after multiple sleepovers at your house. of course, you did the same at hers.)

you peeked your head out again. "hurry up! the cold air is blowing in because you're so slow!"

"alright, alright," minji shook her head, jogging up to your front door with a fond smile.

minji loved ice cream. but she loved you so much more.

a/n : happy valentine's day to all you single (or not) people ... might've gotten carried away but i love minji sm so does it really matter i promiseeeee WWIB is coming, maybe not soon but it's definitely coming, there's a whole bunch of planning i wanna do before i start writing the chapters >< hanni fic is also coming, and maybe another lsfm fic? or maybe... aespa...? 🤔 see u in the next one >:)

#newjeans x reader #kim minji x reader #minji x reader #newjeans #newjeans imagines #kim minji newjeans #kim minji #girl group imagines #girl group x reader

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backtobasicbellas · 5 years

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amy x hope + “Why are you so jealous?”

word count: 2,269

In retrospect, Amy should have known this probably was never going to end well.

This being the fact she’s fake dating Hope in attempts to make Ryan jealous.

It happens in the bathroom at school one day. After a terribly awkward encounter with Ryan which leaves Amy absolutely flustered and muttering how stupid she is, Hope emerges from a stall with an amused smirk.

“That was painful to listen to,” Hope tells her. “I was just trying to pee in peace.”

Amy looks up from her self-deprecating muttering and somewhat freezes when she sees Hope. Her cheeks immediately begin to flush.

“Uh, you were...you were in there the whole time?”

“Yup,” Hope nods, popping the ‘p’ in her response. “Heard everything.”

Amy rolls her head back in embarrassment and frustration. “God, she probably thinks I’m such a freak.”

“Most likely.”

Amy gives her a helpless look.

Hope shrugs, still wearing her smirk.

“You know what would help?”

“What?”

“You actually dating someone and not spending every waking second with your neurotic wife.”

Amy opens her mouth, but there’s nothing that comes out. She’s offended by multiple parts of Hope’s last comment, and she isn’t quite sure where to begin. She barely even knows Hope, but she knows the girl is never one to hold back her thoughts for the sake of someone else.

“Molly’s not-” Amy cuts herself off, deciding that’s not the most important part of their discussion right now. “How am I supposed to date someone when I can barely talk to a girl I’m interested in?”

It’s then that Hope’s eyes light up with mischief and she tilts her head in a menacing way.

“Who said you had to actually date someone?”

And that’s how it starts, after Hope practically corners Amy in the bathroom and concocts a plan to pretend to be Amy’s girlfriend. Amy thinks she’s crazy, but Hope is kind of scary and intriguing and beautiful all at the same time and really, she can get all the help she can get if she wants a girlfriend before she dies so, she goes through with it.

This is how they end up here, now, with Amy’s back against the lockers and Hope towering over her with one arm over head head and resting against the locker to keep her steady. Hope looks down at her with an easy smile on her face, one that might’ve seemed unnatural to anyone else, but to Amy she thinks it fits Hope well.

Amy’s getting used to this now; she’s getting used to how she and Hope take turns picking each other up in the mornings for school. She’s used to Hope hanging out on the hood of her car while waits for Amy to finish up whatever extracurricular she has that day, either reading or writing or sketching. She’s used to having Hope come over, listening to music or watching a movie or just spending hours talking while they lie on her bedroom floor.

Being with Hope is easy; she’s more than her harsh comments and intimidating beauty. Hope is smart and intricate and so much more complex than anyone else understands.

And this is the problem now, because Amy thinks she’s falling for Hope.

Despite her scary and somewhat bitchy nature, Hope goes out of her way always to make sure Amy’s comfortable with anything and everything. Whether it’s holding her hand, kissing her cheek or even kissing her in front of Ryan and other people - she always manages to make sure she’s not doing too much.

(“You don’t have to ask if you can kiss me every time anymore,” Amy says shyly. “It’s cool.”

Hope looks at her with and tell her in a genuine voice, “Consent in important.”

Amy bites her lip to stop herself from smiling like an idiot, because that might’ve been the sweetest thing Hope’s ever said to her.)

Sometimes when they hold hands Hope’s thumb traces shapes on the back of Amy’s hand soothingly, softly. It makes Amy’s insides melt just a little every time.

And now, Hope is looking at her in the middle of this damn hallway like she’s the most interesting person on earth, and it just about drives Amy insane.

But this is all pretend. Hope is doing all these things because she should as a fake girlfriend.

(She’s a damn good one at that.)

Hope leans down and presses a kiss to Amy’s forehead before her other hand is coming up to rub soft circles on Amy’s lower back.

“Ryan just walked by,” Hope mumbles by her ear, giving her chills.

“Oh,” Amy says, trying to keep her breathing even. “Thanks.”

Amy honestly can’t even tell if it’s working; she’s finding herself paying more attention to Hope and less to Ryan these days.

Apparently it is working though because Ryan is magically beginning to talk to Amy a lot more. It’s almost like any excuse she can, she talks to Amy. And quite honestly, Amy doesn’t even know what to do with all the attention. Between Hope playing a damn good fake girlfriend and Ryan suddenly picking up interest, Amy thinks she might pass out at any given minute.

“Dude, you’re like a total lesbian heart throb,” Molly tells her at lunch one day.

Amy snorts. “Yeah right. This thing with Hope isn’t even real, remember? We’re pretending.”

Molly hums like she knows something Amy doesn’t, but Amy doesn’t seem to notice.

“Ryan’s been talking to me a lot,” Amy says one day when they’re laying on Amy’s floor.

Hope is quiet for a moment before she replies, “I’ve noticed.”

Amy hums, a little too lost in thought to notice the shift in Hope’s tone.

“I think she wants to hang out soon,” she continues. “She was telling me about this cool spot she and her skater friends hangout at after school. She was saying that I should check it out some time.”

“Maybe you should,” Hope says, suddenly getting up. “I have to go.”

Amy frowns, checking her watch. Hope never leaves this early.

“Where are you going?”

Hope shrugs, not looking at her. “I have some stuff to catch up on.”

Amy sits up in confusion and watches as Hope grabs her keys and her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder without glancing once at Amy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she says.

“Oh um, okay,” Amy answers dumbly. “Bye Hope.”

(And honestly, for as smart as Amy can be, she’s really stupid when it comes to girls.)

She and Ryan start hanging out at school, Amy guesses. It’s not like, they plan it or anything, but Ryan somehow happens to be around more often than not when Hope and Molly aren’t and it’s just, kind of nice to have another person to hang out with.

(Amy doesn’t realize that sometimes, Hope sees them.

She watches for a moment before she storms away, unhappy features settled on her face.)

She doesn’t think too much of it when Gigi approaches her after Ryan skates away to class.

“What are you doing?” Gigi demands, eyes wide.

“Uh,” Amy stutters, unsure how she feels about having Gigi up in her face. “I - uh, what?”

“You’re going to ruin it!” Gigi exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air as she takes a step back. “Why would you do that?”

Amy somewhat shrinks into herself as she says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Gigi.”

Gigi leans in once again, but this time she whispers, “She’s more vulnerable than you think.”

Now Amy just furrows her eyebrows. “What?”

But the bell rings and suddenly Gigi is running off to what Amy hopes is her next class.

Amy can only sigh before she heads into her own class, where she knows she’ll find Hope.

She doesn’t notice how lately, Hope’s been a bit more affection and holds Amy’s hand a little longer.

She doesn’t notice the way Hope’s face lights up when she walks into a room.

So when one day, Hope’s the one that has to stay after school for one of her art projects, Amy doesn’t think twice about hanging out with Ryan in the parking lot and attempting to learn how to skateboard.

Amy has fallen twice and tripped three times, but she’s having fun and entertaining herself while she waits for Hope.

She misses the way Hope’s entire demeanor shifts when she walks out into the parking lot and sees how Amy is laughing and looking at Ryan.

“Amy,” she calls out in a sharp tone, making a beeline for her car.

Amy jolts at the sound of her voice, but recognizes it as Hope. She bids Ryan a goodbye - which gets a “later dude” in response - and walks over to Hope’s car, hopping in.

“How was your project?” she asks.

Hope turns on the car and replies shortly, “Fine.”

They don’t speak the whole way home, something that makes Amy uncomfortable. The music is louder than usual today and Hope seems to be gripping the steering wheel tightly. She keeps her eyes on the road and never once looks at Amy, and something feels off.

“Hope, are you mad at me?” Amy asks in a small voice.

“No.”

“Why aren’t you talking?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

Amy doesn’t think she’ll get much more out of Hope, so she sits back and takes the answers for what she can get.

When Hope pulls up to Amy’s house, she makes no move to stop the car. All she does is put her car in park and waits, one hand still on the steering wheel.

“..Are you not coming inside?” Amy asks. “I thought you wanted to do homework.”

“Not anymore.”

And Amy feels like she’s a very patient person, but Hope’s attitude since they got in the car is starting to bother her.

“If I did something you should just tell me.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Hope snaps. “Maybe I’m just not in the mood. Not everything’s about you, you know.”

Amy blinks, not expecting the attack from Hope.

“If you’re upset we should just talk about it,” Amy suggests.

“Don’t you have Ryan to talk to now?”

The way Hope sneers takes Amy by surprise. She hasn’t seen this side of Hope in a long time, not since she was too afraid to even approach the other girl.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ugh God nothing,” Hope groans with a roll of her eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” Amy tells her.

“Well, too bad.”

“Hope.”

“Amy.”

“We’re talking about this.”

“No we’re not.”

“Hope,” Amy repeats.

“Fuck Amy!” Hope hisses, shutting off her car and getting out before slamming the door.

Amy watches in the mirror as Hope makes her way to the back of the car, leaning against it. She waits for a few seconds before she also follows suit - minus the slamming - and stands in front of Hope, arms crossed.

“What is your problem?”

“Jesus, why are we even still doing this?” Hope asks, exasperated. “Why is this still going on? Ryan’s all over you, you got what you wanted. She’s always hanging around you every second I’m not there. She always trying to impress you with her dumb skater tricks and honestly Amy, she’s not smart enough for you.”

As Hope rattles on every possible way Ryan has Amy’s attention, Amy notices the way Hope gets worked up. Something clicks in her head, something that Molly had teasingly joked about the other day.

(“God she’s sending daggers to Ryan,” Molly muttered when Hope goes to throw away her tray. “It’s like she’s jealous or something.”

“She’s just that good,” Amy had shrugged.)

“Why are you so jealous?” Amy asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Hope makes a face. “What?”

“You’re jealous,” Amy tells her.

“No I’m not,” Hope scoffs.

“Yes you are, or else you wouldn’t be so worked up on Ryan talking to me like we planned.”

Hope’s jaw sets and she won’t look directly at Amy. Amy thinks she’s onto something here.

“This was just supposed to be an act,” Amy tells her.

Hope’s working her jaw and now is pointedly not looking at Amy.

“It was,” she agrees.

“But I don’t think it is anymore,” Amy continues.

Hope shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Amy takes a step towards her and says, “Well, it’s not for me anymore.”

Only then does Hope snap her head back to look at Amy, giving her a hard look.

“What?”

“I thought it was going to be great when I finally got Ryan to notice me,” Amy shrugs. “but it wasn’t. I...already had what I needed.”

Hope just watches, trying to read Amy like she always does. Amy takes that as a sign to continue.

“Being with you is easy. I like who I am when I’m with you. I like when you hold my hand and kiss me. I don’t want to pretend it’s not real anymore.”

She bites her lip, waiting with baited breath for Hope’s response. For a fleeting moment, she feels like she’s gotten it all wrong, that Hope was upset for another reason and was just taking it out on her. She opens her mouth to take it all back when Hope is reaching out and tugging her closer by the front of her jacket.

“I like being with you,” Hope says softly, her eyes flittering down and back up. “And I like you.”

Amy smiles in relief. “Cool.”

Hope snorts. “God you’re such a loser.”

“You like this loser,” Amy reminds her.

Hope grins. “Yeah, I do.”

#amy x hope #minific #love when i say i write drabbles and it ends up being a Big Mess #listen fake dating aus are my weakness #also doing this now instead of answering the asks w the fic bc it wont work w keep reading

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jaeyunverse · 2 years

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all i want for christmas is you

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, rivals to lovers, fake dating au, high school au

warnings: profanity, lots of teasing, riki is constantly flirting with the mc, childish banter, nosy families, and last but not the least, a fluffy kiss!!

wc: 5471

summary: agreeing to accompany nishimura riki to a christmas party was probably the most stupid decision you made that day. or so you thought.

playlist: all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey, i see the light by mandy moore and zachary levi, christmas tree by v (listen to this one once the kissing scene starts)

note: hi!! i’m rly excited to repost this fic since it’s my proudest work and features my bias :”) why am i posting a christmas fic in the middle of march? bc i can’t wait till december to share it with you guys and bc riki is the only person i haven’t written for yet LOL feedback is always appreciated! i would love to hear what you guys think :D

masterlist

You wondered if the universe hated you and had decided to fuck you over, or if you were just plain stupid.

Definitely the latter, you concluded as you watched the most horrifying scene you had ever witnessed unfold before your eyes.

You probably deserved everything coming your way for trusting Nishimura Riki earlier that day, but as a wise person had once said, even a girlboss has her weak moments.

And on the 25th of December, you were at your weakest.

Not only had your parents ditched you on Christmas to go on what they claimed was an urgent business trip but had also left without so much as a goodbye.

You’d woken up to a house as silent as the grave. For a moment, you’d thought you were sucked into the Home Alone universe, what with the way you were shouting their names like a child lost in a crowd and wondering why the fuck they weren’t answering you.

You’d called and called and called their phones, but each time, you’d received the same monotonous response: the number you are calling is not reachable.

The first two hours, you were in a state of absolute panic. You had no idea where your parents were and why they weren’t picking up their phones. There were no post-it notes stuck to the refrigerator, and their bed was already made.

Where the hell were they?

You’d sat tight and patiently waited for them to call you back, assuming there was an emergency and they hadn’t had the time to inform you. When the clock struck noon, however, you decided to go to the police station.

You were halfway there when your phone rang. You’d picked it up without checking the caller ID, and had almost burst into tears upon hearing your mother’s voice.

She explained how your father and she had to go to the States for a last-minute, unavoidable business meeting. She said that they had to leave in a hurry and had forgotten to leave a note. That she had remembered to inform you of their departure once she was seated in the plane. She told you she had texted you immediately, but the air hostess made her turn on the airplane mode before the message went through.

While you were relieved to hear that your parents were safe, it broke your heart to realise that you were alone on Christmas.

Again.

You didn’t express your sadness, though. You shoved it to the depths of your being and told her that you understood instead.

You knew your parents hated it when their job became too demanding and affected your relationship. They didn’t like neglecting you. But you were too much of a good child to let them know you felt lonely sometimes.

It’s okay, you always told yourself. They’re doing what they love. I don’t want to get in the way of that.

Yeah, well, that day you were regretting not telling them the truth. Being left alone on Christmas for the second year in a row was your last straw. You just… snapped.

Right there, in the middle of the snow-covered footpath, you collapsed to your knees and began crying. To your luck, there was almost no one on the street to witness your breakdown.

To your misfortune, Nishimura Riki happened to pass by your shaking figure at the exact moment a rather ugly sob left your lips.

“Y/N?” he asked curiously, bending at his knees and craning his neck to confirm his suspicions. “Is that you?”

You buried your face into your gloved hands and shook your head vigorously. “No,” you lied weakly. “I don’t know anyone named Y/N.”

Riki laughed—laughed—and fetched his phone out of his pocket. “Wow, I need to record this. Amazing blackmail material.”

See, this was why you didn’t like him. He took nothing seriously. He had no empathy, and everything was either just a joke or a fucking competition to him.

He loved teasing and embarrassing and riling you up to get a reaction out of you. He loved seeing the muscles in your jaw tick and your fists clench. He’d never told you, and you would’ve probably committed murder if he did, but he loved seeing you mad because he thought you looked like a cute little Angry Bird.

Your cheeks always puffed when your temper flared. Your lips always set themselves in a pout, your eyebrows always furrowed, and your nose always scrunched up in the most adorable way possible. Simply put, you looked very squishable when you were irritated, and Nishimura Riki lived for the sight.

You finally looked at him with your red-rimmed eyes and choked, “Fuck you.”

Maybe it was the fierceness in your voice, maybe it was your tear-stricken face, or maybe he finally sensed the enormity of the situation, but Riki’s gaze softened, and he asked, “Hey? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah!” you exclaimed and pushed yourself up to your feet. Wiping the wetness from your cheeks, you feigned delight. “Everything’s swell! That is clearly why I was sitting in the middle of the fucking road and having a breakdown when the temperature is minus degrees. Bingo, Nishimura. You’ve lived up to your title as class president again!”

Okay, so maybe part of the reason you resented him was because he had cheated and stolen the position of the class president from you. Being vice-president wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t have the jerk in front of you ordering around to do his dirty work.

“My bad.” Riki scoffed. “Should’ve just ignored you.”

“Yeah, you definitely should have,” you replied bitterly. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone left me behind today.”

Shoving your hands into the pockets of your coat, you turned away from him and began walking back to your house.

“Hey,” Riki called, his tone sounding a tad concerned. “What does that mean?”

You didn’t know why you stopped in your tracks and looked at him over your shoulder. You didn’t know why you told him the truth. “My parents left for a business trip without informing me. Kinda sucks to be forced to celebrate Christmas alone for the second time in a row, but it is what it is, I guess.”

Shrugging like it was no big deal, you put your back to him and took a step forward again. But before you could go any further, Riki wrapped his fingers around your wrist and spun you around to face him once more.

“You’re not going to celebrate Christmas alone,” he said, a frown playing on his lips. “You’re not that pathetic.”

You snorted half-heartedly. “Gee, thanks. I feel so happy to know your opinion of me isn’t that bad.”

Rolling his eyes to the heavens, Riki continued, “Look, while I enjoy seeing you get angry, I experience no joy seeing you sad. My parents are hosting a party this evening, so why don’t you come for a few hours and celebrate Christmas with us?”

“Hell, no!” you exclaimed. “I don’t want a pity invitation.”

“It’s not a pity invitation.” He sighed and threw his hands in the air. “It’s more of a desperate one. No one I like is going to attend. I’m going to be bored out of my mind, and having you there with me will make the entire ordeal much more bearable.”

Now, you would have never admitted it, but Riki’s words made your heart contract and expand at a rate faster than it had ever before.

“You don’t like me either,” you pointed out, conveniently ignoring the emotions stirring inside you. “I’m not sure why you’re asking me.”

Riki looked at you with disbelief. “That’s ridiculous! I like you. You’re, like, one of the very few people I enjoy talking to.”

You blinked. This was new information. The kind you were having a hard time believing. “Then why do you keep teasing me all the time, knowing full well that it irritates me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked softly, not breaking eye contact.

There was something raw swirling in his orbs. You were too scared to acknowledge it—to even look at it. So, like the coward that you were, you tore your gaze from his wordlessly.

For a moment, Riki was silent. And then, “Look, I need you. Please do me this favour. I’ll owe you one.”

Spending Christmas with a boy who annoyed you did sound a lot better than spending it completely alone. Besides, you always wanted Riki to grovel to you and owe you something, and now that you’d achieved that, you figured you might as well accompany him.

You took a deep breath and glanced at him, hoping you weren’t making a big mistake by agreeing. “Just so we’re clear, this is not a date, right?”

A stupid, happy grin broke across his lips. “It’s not. I’ll pick you up at seven. Dress up and look pretty for me, will you?”

You scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I always look pretty.”

Riki’s grin only widened, a twinkle visible in his eyes. “I know.”

“Are you done?” Riki yelled your name from downstairs.

“No!” you shouted back.

A moment passed, and then— “Now?”

“I will come there and slap you if you keep asking the same question over and over again, Nishimura Riki!”

“If the urge to hit me is what it will take to get you out of your room, I’ll keep bothering you!”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had no idea why you were stressing out over what to wear to the party. Maybe it was because you were a people pleaser; maybe it was because you really did want to look pretty for Riki.

Till now, your relationship with him had been confined to the four walls of your school. Your dislike for him started when he laughed at you instead of helping you while you were being chased by a dog. Sure, the scenario seems hilarious right now, but you had been scared shitless back then.

You’d given him a piece of your mind after you finally managed to outrun the dog and escape. He’d smiled the entire time you’d been yelling at him, and that had only cemented your resentment for the boy.

The fact that he was your only competition in school didn’t help either. Riki was an ace, good at both academics and extracurriculars. While you worked your ass off to beat him, it seemed like he was able to beat you without even trying.

You stared at the clothes you had haphazardly thrown all around your room in an attempt to find a good outfit. You wanted to scream. All your clothes looked ugly at that moment.

“Hey!” Riki called and banged on your door. “What’s taking so long? It’s already fifteen minutes past seven. We gotta be there in another fifteen.”

You groaned and walked to the door. Without opening it, you snapped, “Why’d you come up? I told you to stay downstairs.”

“Yeah, well, I got bored of staring at the same stuff. Answer my question, Y/N. What the fuck is taking so long?”

Glancing at the mess you had made in your room, you muttered, “Can’t find something good to wear.”

You could practically hear the smirk in Riki’s voice when he teased, “I didn’t expect you to take it to heart when I told you to look pretty for me.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. “I don’t want to look pretty for you!” you sputtered. “It’s Christmas, so I want to look pretty for… Jesus.”

You wanted to disintegrate and never come back.

“Sure,” he drawled. “Are you wearing clothes right now?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Yeah. Why?”

Your question was answered when Riki turned the knob and threw your door open. You were standing exactly in front of it, so it hit you right square in the face.

“Son of a bitch!” you shrieked and cradled your face, stumbling backwards from the force. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

Riki had the audacity to snort as he slipped inside your room. Thankfully, he had the sense to apologise too. Never mind the fact that it didn’t sound very sincere.

“Sorry.” He stifled a laugh. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Of course, you didn’t, you asshole!”

“I’m sorry!” he apologised again, but there was still a hint of laughter present in his voice. “Here, let me see how serious it is.”

Wrapping his fingers around your wrists, Riki removed your hands from your face. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw how close he was to you.

You were sure your heart stopped beating when Riki leaned into your face to the point where your noses were almost touching, and his warm exhales were fanning your skin.

“There’s no swelling, thankfully,” he muttered, studying your face. “And I don’t think you have a concussion. What I do think, though—” he looked right into your eyes— “is that you’re dramatic.”

You shoved him away as a giggle escaped his lips, your mixed feelings long gone. “I’m not being dramatic,” you fumed. “It really did hurt.”

“Uh, huh. Did you have a war with your clothes?” Riki changed the topic and glanced at your room. “This place looks like a hell-hole.”

You stuck your tongue at his back and answered, “I told you I couldn’t find a good outfit.”

He hummed and walked around your room, picking up a few clothes and studying them for a few moments. You let him do whatever the fuck he was doing and began your hunt again. Two minutes later, Riki called your name.

“What?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“Wear this,” he said simply and threw your clothes in your face. You barely caught them in time as he continued, “And the jewellery I picked out for you is sitting on your nightstand. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs, so be quick. Don’t make me come up here again.”

You scowled at the way he was ordering you around, but before you could show him his place, he disappeared from your room.

“Jerk,” you yelled as the door shut in his wake.

“You’re welcome!” he yelled back, his voice already sounding far away.

You had to say, Riki had an amazing fashion sense.

As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you realised it had been a long time since you had looked this cute. Even though you tried to put effort into your appearance, your fashion sense was undeniably not up to par.

It kind of pissed you off to know Riki was better than you at yet another thing.

Picking your clutch, you took one last look at yourself and left your room. You could see Riki lounging on the couch and scrolling through his phone to kill time. Once you were completely down the stairs, you cleared your throat to catch his attention.

His head snapped up immediately, and his phone almost slipped out of his hand as he shot to his feet.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you warned him. “This outfit was your choice.”

Riki raised an eyebrow. “Look at you like what?”

“Like you’re about to insult me.”

He chuckled and shook his head, making his way towards you. Flicking your forehead once he was right in front of you, Riki said, “You, Y/N, have no idea how to read faces.”

“You weren’t going to insult me?” you asked, rather surprised. The boy in front of you always had something bad to comment about you, and to now hear that he didn’t was astonishing.

“Insulting how you look would mean indirectly insulting my fashion sense. So, no, I am not going to insult you. In fact, I am going to say something nice. You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You scowled at the back-handed compliment. “Whatever. Let’s get this party over with.”

Offering his arm to you, Riki mocked, “Your wish is my command.”

“Wow, your parents are filthy rich.” You gaped, craning your neck to take in the entirety of Riki’s house.

He grinned and gently shut your open mouth shut. “I know.”

You turned to face him and batted your eyes sweetly. “What are your thoughts on being my best friend forever?”

Riki tipped his head backwards and laughed. “You’re so stupid, Y/N.”

You smiled and teased, “You should’ve told me you had so much money, Nishimura. I would’ve taken all those insults with a grain of salt.”

“You were supposed to take them with a grain of salt,” he corrected, leading you to the front door of his house. “I never meant any of them seriously. You just look very cute when you’re angry.”

You rolled your eyes and let your unbound hair fall over your face to hide your fluster. “Whatever.”

“Aren’t you rich too?” he inquired after he pressed the bell.

You nodded. “Yeah, but not as much as you are. My parents don’t have their own business; they just have high positions in someone else’s.”

Riki opened his mouth to reply, but the door flew open before he could. A middle-aged woman greeted the two of you with a wide smile on her face.

“Welcome! I’m Riki’s mother. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

Beside you, Riki cursed under his breath. You forced a smile on your face to hide your confusion and stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Oh, put that away.” His mother laughed and pulled you in for an embrace instead. You squeaked, but hugged her back nonetheless.

Opening the door wider, she ushered the two of you in. “Come on. It’s cold outside, and I want to introduce you to everyone.”

“Uh, mom,” Riki interrupted. “I need to talk to Y/N. Could you leave us alone for a bit?”

“Nonsense.” She waved him away. “You’ve had her to yourself all these weeks; let us talk to her now.”

Riki’s mom turned her back to both of you to call one of the waiters. The fake smile plastered on your face dropped, and you whirled around to face the boy.

“What the fuck is happening?” you demanded in a whisper, your voice rising an octave. “Why is your mother acting like she’s heard of me? A lot. From you.”

For the first time since you had met him, Riki looked nervous. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t remember—”

He was cut off by the clinking of a spoon against a champagne glass. “Everyone, if I could have your attention, please?”

The guests scattered around the living stopped talking and turned their attention towards Riki’s mother. “I have an important announcement to make.”

Mrs. Nishimura glanced at you with a smile on her face. You tried to give her one back and failed miserably.

“Here with us, is someone we’ve only heard of but never met before. I’d like to introduce all of you to Riki’s girlfriend, Y/N.”

You could have dropped dead right there.

Applause tore your eardrums apart as you stood frozen in place, a smile that looked more like a grimace gracing your face. You only got back to your senses when you felt Riki slip his hand into yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

That absolute fucker.

He had no right to reassure you after he dragged you into some sick lie he had made up. If the entire room’s eyes weren’t on you, and if you weren’t scared of public confrontations, you would’ve created a scene and exposed him.

“That’s right.” Riki laughed nervously and looked around the room. “That’s my girlfriend, Y/N, in the flesh. I told you I didn’t make her up.”

Despite the lie you had been forced to be a part of, your lips couldn’t help but twitch upwards at his words. Your anger dissipated and was replaced by mild amusement instead.

So his family thought he wasn’t capable of pulling a girl. No wonder he didn’t like them.

“Now, if you could please excuse us, we’d like to remove our coats and get a few refreshments,” he finished, successfully managing to excuse the two of you. The guests nodded and went back to mingling amongst themselves. You had no doubt you and Riki were the main topic in all their conversations.

“Ah!” Riki’s mother exclaimed. “I’m sorry for being so impatient about introducing you. I was just really excited. Why don’t the two of you relax for a bit now? I’ll go and attend to the rest of the guests.”

And just like that, she was gone.

You turned to face Riki with a raised eyebrow. “So, when did we start dating?”

He groaned, his cheeks turning a light pink. “I’m sorry. This is embarrassing to say, but you deserve the truth. My cousins call me a middle schooler despite knowing full well that I’m in high school. They like riling me up. They keep treating me like a child because I’m the youngest of the lot. One day, the teasing got out of hand, and I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I told them I had a girlfriend.”

“So your cousins are exactly like you,” you summarised. “They like irritating people for their own joy. Riddle me this, though. What did you achieve by telling them you had a girlfriend?”

“Y/N,” Riki deadpanned. “What middle schooler has a girlfriend?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, dude. Kids are built different these days.”

He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well, telling them I had a girlfriend was what finally got them thinking of me as not a child. They believed me for about a week before sticking their nose into my business and asking about her. When I refused to give them any information, they involved my parents and their own. And if there’s one thing you need to know about the adults in my family, it’s that they are very invasive.

“They ganged up on me during a get-together much like this one and demanded to know more about my supposed girlfriend. I freaked out and took the first name that came to my mind—yours. Knowing the name didn’t satisfy them, and they began asking all these other questions. They asked to see your picture.”

You gasped and punched his shoulder. “Is that why you were stalking me in school with your phone camera out two weeks back?!”

Riki winced. “Yeah. I got out of showing your picture that day by telling them that my phone was dead, but I knew they were going to bring up the topic again. You don’t understand, Y/N, I had to do it.”

“You could’ve just asked me instead of following me around like a creep.”

He gave you a knowing look. “Are you saying you would have agreed?”

You grinned. “Hell, no. I would’ve rather seen you suffer.”

“Exactly.”

Suddenly, another question came to your mind. “Why didn’t you show your family some other girl’s picture?”

“I didn’t want to lie any more than I already had.”

“Good to know your moral compass isn’t completely broken.”

Riki chuckled, nudging your shoulder with his own. “Shut up.”

And that small movement was how you realised his hand was still intertwined with your own. The boy didn’t seem to notice, though. And if he did, he didn’t let it show. To be completely honest, you rather like the way his fingers enveloped yours. Your hands fit perfectly—like two jigsaw puzzles.

“We should remove our coats and eat,” you popped. “I can see the buffet set up over there.”

Riki let go of your hand to shrug his coat off. The loss of warmth was so discernible you almost shivered. But as soon as you had both shed your coats, his hand was in yours again. You glanced at your laced hands and smiled at him.

He answered back by lightly squeezing your hand. “I’m surprised you’re not mad about this.”

You shrugged, pulling him along as you made your way to the buffet table. “I mean, I did see red for a moment, but when you said the I told you she was real part, it all just went away. All I wanted to do was laugh.”

Riki rolled his eyes. “Touché.”

The two of you spent the next few hours in each others’ company. Well, except for that little bit when a few of Riki’s cousins approached you and told you to blink if you were held against your wish and needed help. You wondered why it was so hard for them to believe he could get a girlfriend when his face looked like that, and he was good at virtually everything.

Of course, you didn’t verbalise your thoughts. You didn’t want to stroke Riki’s ego.

Surprisingly, none of Riki’s relatives came to talk to you. Considering the way he had described them, you’d expected them to swarm around you and ask a thousand different questions. When you asked him about the same, Riki told you he’d asked his mother to keep a check on them so that they didn’t scare you away.

It was weird to spend time with Riki and laugh with him. You’d never considered civilly talking to him. You’d never thought he’d be so sweet and funny. You’d never imagined enjoying his company and craving for more. He was oddly charming and delightful.

You realised you’d never noticed this side of him because you were too set on disliking him.

“Y/N, Riki, can the two of you come over here?”

You glanced in the direction of the voice and smiled politely when you saw it was Mrs. Nishimura calling you from near the fireplace. “In a moment,” you answered.

You turned around to tell Riki that his mother was asking for both of you, only to witness the sight of him shoving his face with chocolate-covered strawberries. You snorted. “Clean up, Nishimura. Your mother is calling us.”

“Oh.” He perked up, swallowing the rest of the fruit without chewing it and hurriedly wiped his mouth with a tissue paper. “Let’s go.”

Together, the two of you made your way to where his mother was standing. You opened your mouth to ask her what she had called you for when she exclaimed, “Would you look at that! Y/N and Riki are standing under the mistletoe.”

Your smile dropped immediately.

“Now you have to kiss!” she finished.

It was a surprise how you were still alive.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Riki’s entire family began chanting. You were crumbling under all the attention you were receiving, the pressure being too much to handle.

Now you understood why he had described his family as very invasive. God, they were so pushy too. And what was with all the chanting?

Mrs. Nishimura forced the two of you to face each other. Someone—one of the cousins, you assumed—pushed you into Riki’s chest. Said boy caged you within his arms to keep you from bouncing back and falling.

“Can you not manhandle her?!” he snapped at the person over your shoulder.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Riki glanced at you with an apologetic and guilty expression on his face. He let go of you so you could stand on your own, and cupping your cheeks with both his hands, whispered, “I’m going to pretend. I’m just going to come really close to your lips, but I’m not going to kiss them. Is that okay?”

Words did not come to you, so you only nodded.

Riki began closing the distance between your mouths, stopping just before they could touch. His warm breath fanned your face, and his dark fringes tickled your skin. His gaze dropped to your lips for less than a second, and when it rose to meet yours again, there was an unspoken question lingering in his eyes.

Once again, you only nodded and closed your eyes.

And then Riki’s mouth was on yours. Fireworks exploded, and euphoria coursed through you. The entire room faded away, and it was just you and Riki and a wave of intense emotions you had never felt before crashing into you. You felt breathless and excited. You didn’t care about the numerous pairs of eyes intruding on your shared moment. It felt like your heart was pumping pure adrenaline into your veins.

Riki tasted sweet and savoury, thanks to the chocolate-covered strawberries he had been eating before. His lips were softer than velvet and his nose brushed against yours as he tilted his neck to have better access.

You felt his hands cupping your cheeks slightly shake, and with a jolt, you realised he was nervous. You smiled into the kiss and put one of your hands on top of Riki’s to offer comfort, the other going to the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

He immediately melted into you, as if your reassurance was all he needed.

“Aww,” Mrs. Nishimura cooed. “You guys are so cute.”

You finally pulled back, feeling tipsy from the kiss. Riki rested his forehead against yours, and you let out a breathy laugh. You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you, the same raw emotion from earlier that day swirling in his eyes.

“How long have you wanted to do that for?” you whispered.

“Ever since I saw you.”

Your heart swelled inside your chest and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Riki’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “You believe me.”

“It’s confirmed!” someone suddenly announced. You jumped and pushed him away, heat rising to your cheeks. You searched for the owner of the voice and saw it was one of Riki’s cousins. “She’s not a fake girlfriend. That kiss was too real to be orchestrated. Welcome to the adult table of the family, Riki.”

You glanced at Riki at the same time he looked at you. Your eyes met, and you both burst into a fit of laughter.

The chilly night air brushed against your cold cheeks as you and Riki gazed at the full moon from his bedroom balcony.

You had excused yourselves after the kiss. Hand in hand, the two of you had retired to the upper floor. Neither of you had said a word to each other and had instead chosen to just enjoy the comfortable silence.

“So you wanted to kiss me when you saw the dog chasing me around the school?” you finally asked, turning to look at him.

Riki looked ethereal with his dark hair framing his face and the moonlight glinting off his flawless features. He smiled at you. “Well, at first, I wanted to laugh—and I did—but then when you stomped up to me with your puffed cheeks and sweaty face, I wanted to kiss your nose. Have I told you that you look adorable when you’re angry?”

You rolled your eyes and glared at Riki playfully, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. “You have.”

The two of you elapsed into a comfortable silence again. You had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood—

“Ask away,” Riki popped, as if he had read your mind.

You bit your lip in contemplation and inquired, “Why didn’t you tell me about your lie? Was it because you thought I wouldn’t have agreed to come if you did?”

Riki rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, actually, I kind of forgot I told everyone you were my girlfriend. They hadn’t bothered me for nearly a week, and the lie just slipped from my mind. I would’ve never invited you to the party and forced you to play along with my lie if I hadn’t forgotten.”

You nodded. “And why do you keep bothering me in school?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Partly to get a reaction out of you, and partly because I didn’t know how to talk to you otherwise. I didn’t want to weird you out by suddenly talking to you like we were friends. Oh, and also because our childish banter is always the highlight of my day.”

And then, for your final question. Your heart thumped against your ribcage in anticipation and fear as you whispered, “Do you—do you like me?”

Riki faced you completely and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. He smiled softly and mumbled, “I do.”

You slipped your hand into his and smiled back, relief and happiness seeping into you. “Remember the favour you owe me?”

He looked surprised by the sudden change in topic, but answered you nonetheless, “Yeah, of course.”

“I’d like to call it in. I’d like you to kiss me again.”

That day, Nishimura Riki was the happiest boy alive.

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better off

pairing: reader x jeongguk

@moonchild1 requested: “I was just listening to better off by ariana (one of my favourites) so I thought I’d recommend it for a angst and smut fic with jungkook the lyrics says it all…”

summary: things get messy after a one night stand with your labelmate

genre: angst; smut; celebrity!au;18+;

soundtrack: better off—ariana grande (highly recommend listening to this version )

content/warnings: fake dating; friends with benefits; fuckboy!jeongguk; swearing; mentions of sex

a/n: this took me entirely too long to write 😭 I made so many drafts and I still cut in in half smh. also not beta’d bc I just need it to get this story out of my head!!

word count: 3.3k

♪ I’m better off without him. I’m better off being a wild one♪

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You jumped and let out a little curse when the champagne sloshed out of the pretty flute in your hands. You’re taken back by the sweet, familiar voice cutting through the afternoon quiet.

“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you..”

You’d know that voice anywhere. Of all the places you worried about running into your ex—in the studio, at the label, on the red carpet—you never imagined running into Jeongguk on the rooftop of a stranger’s party.

Your ex. If you could even call him that. Your relationship had been little more than a PR stunt. But you couldn’t avoid him forever, not in this business. You set the flute on the balcony and turned around. One way or another, you were always going to have this conversation; you just thought you’d have more time to put away your feelings before facing him again.

Jeongguk looked good. Breathtaking in an all-white fit that made him stick out amongst the glittering metallic hues of the partygoers downstairs. With his hair swept back from his face, he was handsome as ever and pretty like a heartbreak.

“It’s okay,” you said. “You just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come up here. . .” You thought no one would miss you from the party downstairs, that you’d finally get some time to yourself. But you should have known better.

The second you set foot in the city, Jeongguk was all you could think about. He was always on your mind, and it wasn’t just because his face was on every billboard. Of course, Jeongguk was at this party. You might as well have conjured him up.

Seeing him here felt like your mind was playing tricks on you, but it was only a matter of time. You were constantly spinning in each other’s orbits, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

That strange magnetic pull led Jeongguk right here, right back to you. After the distance the oceans put between you on tour, you convinced yourself that you were over him. But instead, you felt weak just looking at him.

“It’s good to see you again,” you started, defaulting to small talk.

Jeongguk quirked an eyebrow. “Do you really mean that? I know you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you said, voice calm and even, a technique you picked up on through all those press tours and interviews where you had to conceal the truth. “I’m not avoiding you.”

Of course, that was a lie—you’d been avoiding Jeongguk ever since you slept together.

You couldn’t deny it. Your actions made it obvious; you declined all press events since you’ve parted ways, hoping to avoid any headaches it might cause to be in the same room with Hollywood’s Golden Boy.

Jeongguk knew you were lying because he knew all your tells (how you fidgeted with your hands and bit your lip, how you couldn’t look him in the eyes). He also knew he was in love with you and had been for some time now, so it broke his heart to know you were purposely keeping your distance.

But he wouldn’t call you out on it. Jeongguk couldn’t believe you were here. Really here. Not dream or his imagination, but standing just a few feet away. Any sudden moves, and just like last time, you’d bolt away; he wasn’t gonna make the same mistake twice. Now that you were finally here, he wouldn’t screw up his one chance to talk to you. So instead of calling your bluff, he said: “Why didn’t you tell me you were back in LA?”

“I’ve just been really busy,” you said, a convenient truth. You’d been hiding behind promotions of your new album for months now, blaming your absence on your tour, bouncing from city to city. But Jeongguk knew the truth.

“Too busy for me?” He asked, sounding more vulnerable than he intended.

You shrugged, still not making eye contact. “Wasn’t that the plan all along? I hear you’re pretty busy, too. Congrats on your Grammy nomination, by the way.”

Jeongguk knew what you were implying. The relationship had never been genuine. It was all a show arranged by your label to benefit your careers. You made each other look good; it cleaned up Jeongguk’s image to be seen with America’s sweetheart and made you the object of all desire and attention, posing on the arm of everyone’s favorite bad boy. A win-win situation. And it worked; the plot succeeded. There was no reason to be together now—and you clearly didn’t feel a need to keep in touch. So why was it so hard for Jeongguk to walk away?

“I should go,” you said, breaking the awkward silence. “My manager will kill me if I don’t at least try to mingle at this party.” You were just about to walk past him, to leave him alone again, but Jeongguk grabbed your wrist.

“(Y/n), wait,” he said, voice soft. The touch wasn’t forceful; you could break away if you wanted to. But feeling the heat of his skin on yours was enough to stop both of you in your tracks.

“If I don’t say this, I’ll never forgive myself.” He paused to take a breath and the right words because he couldn’t mess this up. “Ever since that night—I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

You couldn’t get it out of your head either; Jeongguk’s touch still lingered. The memory of it all was imprinted on your mind. Every time you closed your eyes at night, you were there, in that room with him. You kept replaying the kiss that led you into his bed. How it started out curious and sweet before dissolving into passion. The way it felt when his tongue slid into your mouth, and the sound he made after, moaning quietly against your lips. You wish it all happened in a blur, but you remember everything clearly. The shift from the couch to the bed. The slow caress of his hands exploring your body, laying you bare before him. His voice, raw with desire, asked you if you wanted it, if you were sure. And when you said yes, the feel of him was hot and heavy as he pressed into you, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine as he took you for the first time.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it—the way his touch lingered on your body, hot palms sliding up your waist, the caress of his breath on your neck, the pump of his cock inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge—it was all too much. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined being with him before. But fantasizing about it and actually experiencing it were two very different things.

At the moment, all you felt was lust and longing and another L word you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself yet. Jeongguk left you aching in more ways than one. You didn’t think about the consequences of your actions that night, consequences that you were still facing to this day because you let things get too far.

You shook your head, clearing away your heady thoughts as you pulled your hand from his. “That night was a mistake.”

Jeongguk agreed with you on this; it was a mistake, but not for the reasons you might think. It was his fault for moving too fast, closing the gap between you to steal a kiss that turned into so much more. He should have waited, taken things slow. Jeongguk knew he was falling quicker than you, that you weren’t ready to meet him halfway, to let him catch you when you fell, but he gave into the heat of the mommet.

He didn’t regret it. The sex was mind-blowing, the best he’d ever had, but he’d throw the whole night away if it meant he could keep you by his side.

Jeongguk took a step toward you. “Maybe,” he said. “But I can’t act like it didn’t happen.”

You frowned at his admission. Your relationship never should’ve gotten this complicated. You had rules to avoid this kind of thing:

No meetings outside of work. Keep things strictly business.

No PDA outside of the public eye.

No contact after the end of your contract. Cut off all communication once the publicity stunt was over.

You remember Jungkook teased you when you came up with the rules. “Don’t fall in love with me,” he laughed, a smug grin on his face. At the time, you waved him off with a scoff. Jeongguk’s reputation was his own warning label, the long list of broken hearts that trailed behind him like a big, sad, red flag. As if you’d ever fall for such a man? He was everything you didn’t want in a partner: egotistical, selfish, immature.

Except, as you got to know him, Jeongguk ended up being none of those things. And you ended up breaking every rule except for the last one. You became friends, or so you had thought until you landed in bed with him. Worst of all—you developed feelings for him. And you knew no matter what happened that night, Jeongguk wasn’t capable of feeling the same way.

You’ve always placed too much importance on love, a romantic to a fault. You hoped it would find you at the right time, with the right person—whatever this was with Jeongguk didn’t fall into either category. It was all wrong, not on your terms, not how you thought it should be. You weren’t about to risk your heart with LA’s most notorious fuckboy when you’d finally reached the height of your career.

So now you were desperately clinging to the last rule. It was silly to want to adhere to the rules after the fact. You knew that. But right now, that rule was the only thing keeping you from falling off into the deep end.

You held out your hand, keeping him at arm’s length. “I think we should stop while we’re ahead. Before anyone gets hurt.”

Before I get hurt.

You didn’t miss the pained look on his face at your words. “Is that really what you think of me? After everything we’ve been through, you still think I’d hurt you?

“You will,” you said, shrugging. “Not on purpose, but you will. When you lose interest, when this novice interest wears off, you’ll go back to being who you are.”

“If you ran from me because you think I’d change my mind and regret it, I don’t.”

His words hit you with a wave of relief, but you shoved those feelings down deep. Your mind flashed back to the night things fell apart. When you slipped out of Jeongguk’s arms and rummaged for your clothes on his bedroom floor before sneaking out the door. Not your finest moment. But you couldn’t stay and fall in love with someone who could only pretend to love you back.

“I don’t wanna hear this,” you said, rounding on your heel quick to make your way back downstairs.

Jeongguk didn’t miss a beat. He followed you, long legs effortlessly keeping up with your strides.

“I’m not the same man I was when you met me. Or at least, I don’t wanna be. Just give me a chance to prove that I can be better.”

“Funny, I don’t remember that being part of the contract,” you said, voice clipped.

“Will you give it up already? The contracts over,” said Jeongguk, frustration leaking into his voice. “I’m not pretending. Haven’t been for a long time.”

Jeongguk stopped faking it months ago. It was long before the night you slept together when he realized he wasn’t holding your hand because someone was taking a photograph—but because he wanted to. For so long, having you around and keeping you close was all feeding into a perception. The false romance the media spun about you. But now, that perception was more like reality than anything else. Because something about your hand in his felt right.

He wouldn’t let you walk away, not again.

“I don’t care that the contract’s over; I don’t want you out of my life,” he said.

You stopped in your tracks, frozen by his words. Jeongguk knew this was the only chance he’d get, so he ran with it. He crossed over in front of you, words tumbling from his mouth before you could get away.

“After all that time we spent together, it was strange not having you by my side. It felt wrong. Even playing music didn’t feel right without you singing by my side in harmony. You’re my best friend, and I can’t stand having you ignore me. But I don’t wanna go back to the way things were before. That. . .that night changed everything.” He licked his lips, preparing himself to say the words in his heart that he’d been keeping in for so long now. “Y/n, I—”

“Stop,” you said, voice breaking at the end. “Stop saying things like that, stop—”

Making me fall for you, you thought. . .You were so afraid of Jeongguk’s next words, what hearing them might do to you.

Jeongguk could see it. “What are you so afraid of?”

A million things. I’m afraid that if we do this, I’ll be the one who loves most. Like all the others before, I’m afraid you’ll grow tired of me and move on to the next pretty bright star. I’m afraid that we’ll ruin the relationship, that everything good between us will end, and that you’ll never speak to me again when it does.

But how could you say that? How could you even begin? You’d never been good at stating your feelings and putting your emotions out there—and that was without love in the equation.

So instead, you said: “I just wanna be friends.”

Jeongguk sighed. “Well, I don’t want that. I don’t wanna be your friend; I want something deeper. And I think you want that, too.”

Something about that statement and the yearning look in his eyes made your heart stutter.

“You don’t mean that,” you said, ignoring his comment about your wants, your desires.

“I do,” he said. “I want more. I want us.”

You faltered, taking a step back as Jeongguk moved towards you. He said all the right things, everything you wanted to hear, everything you hoped for, but you couldn’t believe it because of everything he said before.

You could still hear his voice. The warning. The laugh.

Don’t fall in love with me.

You shook your head. “You’re not exactly the relationship type. You said it yourself, don’t even believe in love.”

“That was before you,” he said.

You sucked in a sharp breath. How could Jeongguk have changed his mind so quickly? What game was he playing? The idea that he could switch on and off his emotions upset you.

“No,” you said, denial switching into anger. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to make up your own rules—”

“Fuck the damn rules,” Jeongguk closed the gap between you, grabbed you by the waist, and kissed you. All your protests went out of your mind the minute his mouth was on yours. Jeongguks lips were soft as they worked against yours. This kiss was better than the one that started this mess. Better and maybe worse, because then at least you’d been able to tell yourself it was a one-off. But this? This kiss wasn’t an accident.

Jeongguk was intentional with his caress, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, kissing you deeper, kissing you senseless. Slow and sensual, but also like he’d fuck you on this roof if he could. Hell, it felt so good you might just let him. For a second, you gave in, leaning into his touch and the delicious feel of his solid body against yours. You moaned at the sensation, and the sound of your own voice, high and needy, broke the spell.

“I can’t do this,” you panted, chest still heaving as you came up for air.

Jeongguk rested his forehead against yours, grip still tight on your waist. “Don’t run from me again. Please.”

You felt yourself splitting in two, torn between wanting to be with him and protect your heart.

There must be something wrong with you—why were you so frightened? How broken were you that you’d turn away from love the first chance you got? Here it was, right in front of you, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to reach out and grab it.

You didn’t want these feelings. You hated getting this emotional that Jeongguk could have this much power over you.

But if you were really honest with yourself, you’d never be ready for a love like his. A love so all-consuming. You wished your feelings didn’t run so deep. But you couldn’t fight it; it’s like you were cursed. All you could do was run from it.

“I have to go,” you said, shifting in his embrace.

“Will you just listen to me—”

“I have!” You said, voice cracking. “I have been listening! I’ve been sitting beside you for all the interviews, press, and parties, and I know you tell people what they want to hear. You know how to say the right thing at the right time, but rarely is it ever the truth.”

“That’s different, and you know it. What I feel for you is real.”

“All of this started on a lie, so how could it be real?”

Jeongguk took your hand and pressed it against his heart. You could feel its rapid beat underneath your palm. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel this.”

“I feel nothing,” you said. But you gave yourself away. You bit your lip. And Jeongguk knew your tell.

“You’re lying,” He growled. Jeongguk could feel you slipping away, but he didn’t know how to keep you with him. “What do I have to say to get you to see that I’m in this? That I want it?”

It didn’t matter what he said. You couldn’t give in to the ache. You couldn’t trust him with your heart.

“I have to go,” you repeated. You pushed at Jeongguk’s shoulders, breaking from his grasp.

“There’s something here, something real between us, and you’re too scared to see it through.”

Maybe he was right, but you wouldn’t change your mind. You wouldn’t wait for Jeongguk to grow tired of you and kick you to the curb. No, you wouldn’t even give him a chance. You’d do it first.

You looked away from him, unable to stand the pleading in his eyes. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. “Just let me go,” you said, swiping at your face as you stepped back.

“(Y/n), please,” he whispered, voice quiet but fierce. “Don’t do this. Stay.”

There was an ache, deep down in your bones, everything in you begging you to let him in, to see what could be. But you wouldn’t walk back towards him.

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears blurring your vision as you escaped, nearly tripping in your heels as you ran down the stairs to the ongoing party below.

As you made your way through the bedazzled crowd, you tried to convince yourself you were doing the right thing.

I’m better off, you thought. You weren’t in a place right now to be in a relationship, and neither was Jeongguk. It was better to end things before they got out of hand, before there was irreparable damage, wasn’t it?

And you had work to do, didn’t you? Ending things this way might hurt now, but you could distract yourself from the pain. There was still your busy schedule on tour. You’d be on the road, bouncing from city to city. With the time apart, your feelings would fade into nothing, and you’d be able to be in the same room with him without feeling like your heart would leap out of your throat.

You were certain that you’d have your emotions under control the next time you saw his face.

By the time you reached the door, you had almost convinced yourself that you were better off without him.

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Always You | JJK (Three)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?),oc and jungkook being adorable bffs, shady tae, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, vaginal intercourse, hickeys, orgasms,

Notes: I actually really enjoyed writing this part! Where’s my bff for bff bubble bath? Lmaaoo. Anyway, thanks again for taking the time to read. Don’t forget to send me an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or if you just want to chat about the story!

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“You want me to what now?” your voice is unnecessarily high pitched.

“Meet my parents.” Taehyung gives you that awkward Chrissy Teigen meme smile. “Listen—I know it sounds crazy and horrifying but they’re really nice…”

“But why?”

“It’s my fault…I didn’t consider having my sister on social media…and I keep posting you and she told my parents and they’re real excited about me having a girlfriend…and I don’t want to crush them.”

You and Taehyung are seated on your living room couch, enjoying a lazy Thursday afternoon after classes. He brings his cup of water to his lips and takes some generous gulps.

“Listen, y/n I will literally pay another month’s worth of coffee…please just think about it.��

More free coffee? Fuck, that’s kind of a steal considering how expensive that shit is and you no doubt have an addiction.

“…fine…” you say hesitantly, “when?”

“Really?” Taehyung lights up like a spot light, “Well, I was thinking this weekend?”

“T-This weekend? That soon? Which day?”

Taehyung showcases a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck, a habit of his no doubt.

“Like, the whole weekend.”

Your eyebrows crawl to the top of your head as you gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“Like, we would get there in time for dinner on Friday, then stay all day Saturday and leave Sunday morning before they leave for church. Unless you wanna go to church with th—”

“No, not really.” You run your fingers through your long strands, “Holy shit, okay we are doing this.” You nod to yourself, “What’s our story? You know they’re going to ask.”

“Huh? Uh…just the truth. I met you through Jungkook and we hit it off and we started dating.”

You sigh to yourself, wishing that were actually true.

“Just be yourself, y/n.” Taehyung smiles at you. You beam back at him, and his boxy smile only grows wider. “They’ll like you, it’s not that hard to…” his hand reaches for yours, your palms are a bit sweaty since you are feeling like a nervous wreck at the thought of meeting his parents.

Suddenly, the front door swings open and in comes your best friend (who is still mad at you). He walks in slowly eyeing the two of you on the sofa. He notices Taehyungs hand wrapped around yours and Taehyung quickly pulls away. Jungkook takes a look at your face, you’re lost in thought, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Jungkook is yes, still mad at you but also, since he jacked it to your face he is being a little nicer. But as much as he has tried not to have those type of thoughts of you before, it’s not like he hasn’t. So, he’s gotten good at pretending all is well.

“What’s with her?” Jungkook pries, walking closer to the sofa.

“Noth—”

“I’m meeting Tae’s parents.” You cut in to say.

Jungkook’s brows crease as he looks between you and Taehyung. He shakes his head in disbelief, stepping closer to the two of you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook mutters under his breath. “You’re going this far?” now Jungkook’s face is tilted towards Taehyung. “Why are you going this far dude?” Taehyung stands to his feet, “I—”

“No man, you’ve already dragged her into your shit and now you want her to what, meet your parents?” Jungkook’s voice rises in volume and you start to feel uneasy. Taehyung shakes his head, “Jungkook—”

“End this.” Jungkook spits out, getting in Taehyungs face. “How is this fair for her…”

You stand up too, your hand pulling him back by the shoulder. “Jungkook stop.” Your voice is unusually calm.

“I’m helping Tae out because we’re friends and also, ya know, free coffee.” Jungkook turns to face you, his teeth gritting in frustration.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” Jungkook whispers. And with that he takes one more look at Taehyung, shakes his head in disapproval and walks off towards his room.

You and Taehyung continue to stand there in silence, you feel embarrassed because of Jungkook’s actions and ashamed you didn’t do more to stop him. Taehyung on the other hand looks completely defeated.

“I’m sorry about Jungkook I don’t know why he—”

“I should go,” Taehyung cuts you off, he gives you a weak smile before grabbing his things and heading towards the door.

“Are we still on for this weekend?” you sway from side to side, feeling as awkward as you probably look.

Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, instead he rubs the back of his neck with a frown decorating his face. Finally, he meets your eyes and offers another weak smile.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 4 tomorrow.” He doesn’t wait for a response as he is already walking out the door, closing it softly behind him.

You’re left alone in the living room with nothing but a cold, empty couch and your million racing thoughts. Why is Jungkook so against you and Tae? Maybe Jungkook is afraid that you’ll become so close with Tae that he thinks you’ll replace him…but you know in your heart of hearts Jungkook is irreplaceable. Why can’t Jungkook understand that? You haven’t been spending as much time with him lately and maybe that’s the problem. What can’t a drunken slumber party not solve?

You knock on his door, waiting for a ‘come in’ but it never comes. So you knock again. And again. Until finally Jungkook swings open the door with a frustrated sigh and pained look on his face.

“Look, before you scold me—”

“Actually, I had an idea.” You say quickly.

“Oh?” Jungkook’s features relax.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had one of our BFF slumber parties.” You slant your head to the side, a sly smile forming on your lips.

Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds before his eyes fill with something interesting.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “it’s been a while.”

“What do you say? Tonight? Me and you? Wine? Anime? Video games? BFF bubble bath?”

“Wow, you want the works.” Jungkook grins. “But you realize I’m still…” he takes a deep breath when he notices your worried, pleading eyes. “Step into my office and we can discuss the details.” He says, opening his door wider, inviting you inside.

His room looks clean besides the few articles of clothing scattered on the ground. He has a scented candle going and LoFi music playing lowly on his speakers. Lofi and candle? He only has that combo when he’s stressed and trying to calm down.

You take a seat on the edge of his made bed, and Jungkook follows you, also taking a seat on his bed next to you.

“14% and up only for the wine.” He states.

“Agreed. Action or horror for the anime.” You pitch in.

“Agreed. Mario Kart for the video game.”

“Agreed. Life altering secrets only for BFF Bubble Bath.”

Jungkook chews on his lips as he thinks of your request. “Okay.”

You clap your hands excitedly for tonight, your chest bubbling with happiness. This is what you and Jungkook need.

~~~~~~

Jungkook is even more excited for BFF slumber party night than you are. He’s missed you. There’s been a real disconnect with the two of you lately and thinks tonight is exactly what the two of you need. He is just coming home from buying 4 bottles of 16% wine and lots of snacks. He got the salty, the sweet and the sour. Feeling proud of his choices, he sets the groceries down and calls for you.

You walk out from the bathroom with a facemask glued to your face with another packet in your hand,

“For you, sir.”

Jungkook chuckles as he grabs the pack from your hands, “Okay, I’ll go put this on, while you pour us some wine.” He nods towards the bottles.

You happily oblige. You grab the cork screw from its designated place in the kitchen drawer and begin to open the first bottle of wine. It opens smoothly, without a hitch.

“Wow…engineering is amazing.” You whisper to yourself in awe.

“What’s amazing?” Jungkook walks into the kitchen, you take a long look at his appearance. The white facemask making him look like a ghost.

“Your face.” You chuckle, a finger going up to touch the material on his skin.

You twirl to face the kitchen cabinets and pull out two wine glasses for you and your BFF and poor a gracious amount of wine in each. You hand him the glass and you clank the glasses together in cheers.

“To us.” You chirp happily, chugging back a gulp of your drink.

Jungkook just watches as you wince at the disgusting flavor and cackles to himself before taking a sip of his own drink.

The two of you grab the bottle of wine and your glasses and make your way into the living room.

“Alright we go by the normal house rules, whichever place you get is how many seconds you chug your drink.” You explain.

“Are you talking to an imaginary audience y/n? I already know the rules.” Jungkook teases.

“I was just trying to get the competitive mood going.” You poke your tongue out, Jungkook is quick to try to grab it between his fingers.

“Ugh, you are so gross.” You groan.

“You love it.” Jungkook smiles so wide his eyes begin to disappear. “Well, let’s play!”

One thing you absolutely can’t stand but also completely adore about Jungkook is that he is a sore loser. And also an ungracious fucking winner.

“You SUCK!” Jungkook cackles obnoxiously in your face, “Like I hope you enjoy chugging for five—no, SIX seconds you mother fuckin loser.” He continues to laugh loudly much to your annoyance but a part of you feels warm that he is having so much fun. You haven’t seen him laugh like this in weeks.

“Okay I get it.” You roll your eyes so far back into your head all you see is whites.

This was the 3rd time in a row you’re getting 6th place, your vision is started to blur at the amount of alcohol you’ve chugged. But only a little, nothing you can’t handle.

“Okay y/n let’s stop now, we can watch some anime while we order some pizza?” he grins your way. “I vote Tokyo ghoul. And the rule is we drink every time Kaneki is fucking cry baby.”

“Well damn, guess we’re getting fucked up.” You declare. You and Jungkook laugh to yourselves at the thought.

The show is on, pizza has been ordered. Life is good. You sneak a glance at Jungkook as he pays attention to the show on screen. You smile when he smiles, you smile when he laughs, you smile when he pouts. Jungkook finally manages to notice you staring at him and snaps his head to you.

“What?” he asks with a toothy grin.

“Nothing…” you sing, your bright smile rivaling the light coming from the TV.

It’s been several hours, two medium pizzas have been demolished, 4 wine bottles have been drank and lots of anime has been watched. You and Jungkook sit on the sofa wrapped in blankets, neither one of you wanting to get up to turn the fan off.

“So cold.” You slur.

“Come closer.” Jungkook slurs back.

“Or we can warm up with BFF Bubble Bath?” you offer, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook zones out for a second, thinking of your request.

“Been a while since we had one of those, huh?” he finally says something.

“yeah, which is a real shame, isn’t it? I mean, we literally get into our swim suits, draw a hot bubble bath, get in sitting opposite of each other and tell each other our secrets, our hopes and dreams. Then we make a wish that the other person HAS to support and we can’t tell anyone else or else it won’t come true.” You mumble mostly to yourself.

“y/n…once again are you speaking to an imaginary audience?” he chuckles, “I know what a BFF Bubble Bath is.”

“Then hurry up and draw that bubble bath mister know it all.”

Jungkook stares at himself in the mirror, he’s got on his red swim trunks. His hair is a fucking mess, and his eyes are giving away how intoxicated he is but he’s got this dopey smile on his face that he decides is a good look on him. He looks happy. He feels happy.

You walk into the bathroom and eye your best friend. You can’t help but drop your gaze to his thighs, God, you love when he wears tight pants or shorts.

“What’s up buff guy?” you tease, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

“Shut up” Jungkook shudders from your touch. Then he takes one long look at you and he wants to faint. You’re also wearing a red swim suit, it’s one of those strapless kind. The two of you eye each other up and down, observing your matching swim suits and shoot each other some finger guns.

“hehe…well, shall we?” you say, gesturing towards the bubble filled tub.

Jungkook nods his head yes and motions for you to step in first.

The water is hotter than you are expecting, your toes wet with lava. But it’s just how you like it, you have both legs in as you begin to sink deeper into the bubbled water.

“come on in” you wave Jungkook over, he drunkenly stumbles forward until he’s wincing at the hot water that meets his skin.

“You’re really the queen of Hell if this temperature is enjoyable to you.” He deadpans.

“Why thank you, does that make you my loyal servant?”

“ha-ha.”

You and Jungkook stare at each other for a while, enjoying the drunken haze.

“So anything new going on with you?” you begin to pry.

You prying is never a good thing but you can never help yourself. His past is such a mystery to you and it drives you nuts. You’re supposed to be best friends yet he can’t even tell you about his parents without it getting real awkward. He knows all about your family history, but all you know about his is that his dad cheated the whole marriage and his mom finally left him for it—leaving Jungkook behind as well. You understand why it must be hard to talk about but...doesn’t he want to confide in you? You of all people?

“Not really.” Jungkook fingers play with the bubbles at his chest.

“Any girls? Like not just hookups but—”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Such a fucking Jungkook thing to say, it’s always ‘don’t worry about that y/n’ and never ‘let me actually tell you some real information y/n’.

“Jungkook,” you wine into the bubbles.

“Hm?”

“Don’t you have a girl you like???” and suddenly drunk y/n doesn’t want to know this answer. Would sober you?

Jungkook looks down at his wrinkling hands and doesn’t know what to say. Does he?

“No.” is the answer he settles for. And suddenly relief is washed over you.

You want to ask him the thing you are most curious about—his family. But he has said it a million times to you every time he’s asked—its ‘a touchy subject’.

“Ask about it.” He suddenly says, “I know you want to.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, yes indeed I have no clue.” You slur.

“Y/N.” he warns.

“Fine…when’s the last time you talked to your dad? I know he made mistakes…but I also know he has tried reaching out to you over and over. He calls almost every day Jungkook! Maybe he’s changed. I know your mom left because of everything and you blame your d—”

“Mom…” he begins to cut you off. You notice his eyes gloss over and you feel your heart drop. Jungkook rarely cries and rarely cries in front of anyone. Then he’s clearing his throat, “You’re right. Moms not in the picture anymore and I do blame dad.”

“I hate that your mom left you Jungkook…” you say softly. “She’s the worst for that,”

“You have no idea.” Jungkook breathes out. “Let’s change the subject, please.”

“But—”

“Please, y/n.” his eyes are pleading and you feel your heart drop again. You wonder if he will ever be ready to talk about it.

“Actually…” he awkwardly plays with the bubbles in front of his chest, “There’s something I want to say.”

“What is it?” you can’t help but feel anxious all the sudden.

Jungkook avoids your eyes as he plays with the bubbles, he takes a few deep breaths before lifting his head.

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head, “Sorry for what?”

“I’ve…” Jungkook scrunches his face up, contemplating what to say. “I’ve been really unfair to you. I should of never treated you this way…I don’t know what came over me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was hurt, yes, that you chose Taehyung over me but since the beginning I’ve been such an asshole. Fuck, y/n…” his voice cracks, “I’m so sorry. I just wish I could…” he pauses, shaking his head. “No, it’s nothing. I just hope you’ll be careful with Taehyung.” He shakes his head again, “Oh my god, I am so selfish.” He laughs pathetically. “I’m sorry…”

You stay quiet for several moments, you want to agree with him. Yeah it was fucked up what you did, but he wasn’t any better this whole time.

“Why were you such an asshole?” you finally ask.

“Don’t worry about it y/n.” GOD DAMN. You are tired of that response!

You scoff, “And why are you so wary of Taehyung? I don’t get it!”

“Can you just trust me? Please?”

“I’ll just trust my own judgment for now…”

“y/n…” then he is looking into your eyes more seriously, “I’m sorry.”

You bite your lip as you think about his apology. Is he sorry? By the looks of it, yes. But he was so childish…you decide to grab his hand and play with his fingers. He stares down at your hands and smiles softly.

“Will you behave?” you tease lightly. Your fingers weaving through his. He looks up at you with his big doe eyes and nods his head slowly.

“Yes.”

“Then I will forgive you for now but you’re on thin fucking ice, buddy.”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh a little. “Yes mam.”

“Fine!” you say clasping your hands together, “Secret time!”

“Oh great,” Jungkook chuckles. “You first”

“Okay, hmmmmm.” You hold your chin up in deep thought. “Okay I got one I have never told you.” You grin mischievously.

“Okay, go for it.”

“When I was really drunk I most definitely made out with Trina.”

“Yeah, I was there. I’m the one who told you that you should kiss her. I said kiss though, like a peck. But your ass added tongue and all.”

“Wait what? Why would you tell me to do that!”

“I thought it would be hot.” He shrugs.

“Wack.” You slap his hand, “Your turn.”

“Ummm…” Jungkook leans back in the tub, “I’m the one who told Jimin to dare me to kiss you our freshmen year.” Jungkook says just above a whisper. He’s been holding in that secret for 3 years.

“Wait, what?” you ask, totally off guard.

“Yeah.” Is all he responds with.

“You wanted to kiss me back then?”

“Wasn’t it obvious considering how things escalated…”

Your eyes expand in size, the memory of that night flashing in your mind.

“We agreed to never talk about it, ya know, to save our friendship and what not.” You point out.

The bubbles cover your bathing suit perfectly so little was left to the imagination. Jungkook keeps eyeing the swell of your breasts and the pop of your collarbones, you look naked if he has to be honest. And if he has to be honest it was starting to turn him on. Should that be a secret he shares?

“Jungkook?” you say for the 4th time trying to get him out of whatever drunken daze he was in.

“Huh?” he comes back down to earth. “What did you say?”

“I said, what are your dreams?”

“You know them already,” he shrugs.

“Video editor still?”

“Yeah. Maybe Director.” He smiles timidly, “What about yours?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re in school for marketing. So something with that?”

“I just chose that because I know I can find a job in the field.” You sigh.

Jungkook studies your features, you look troubled. He leans forward to grab your hands again and says , “Whatever you wanna do, you’ll be great at it,”

You crease your brows together and a pout forms on your lips, “You think so?”

“I know so.”

The two of you smile at one another until you break the silence, “Its getting too hot we should get out soon.”

“Agreed.” Jungkook nods his head.

“Alright let’s make our wishes that we MUST support.” You stick your pinky out for Jungkook to take, “I’ll go first.” Then you become shy with your next words, “I wish Taehyung would feel the same way about me I do about him.”

Jungkook’s smile falters but he takes your pinky anyway.

“My turn…I just…I wish you will be happy.”

You widen your eyes, “Wow,” you say, “What a selfless wish. You shouldn’t waste it on me!”

“It’s my greatest wish right now though…” he slurs his words.

You can’t help but smile as you take his pinky in promise.

Now in some fresh pajamas, you and Jungkook both stand in front of his bedroom door. The two of you are pretty damn drunk but holding it together quite nicely. He sways from side to side with that bunny smile and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. He takes a moment but he hugs you back. You pull away much too quickly for his liking.

“Hey y/n…”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook clears his throat a few times, his eyes darting all around the place, “Could you ever…hate me?”

“Never.” You answer quickly.

Jungkook is hit with a wave of guilt, a wave so big it comes crashing and knocking him down.

“Would if…no, never mind.”

“Never.” You say again.

Jungkook’s smiles fades a bit before a new smile takes over.

“I understand. Goodnight y/n.” and he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “sleep well.”

Fire. You feel the burn of fire. His kiss lingered for a second too long because you are burning. His kiss was scorching hot and you can’t help but melt from the heat. You are left speechless. From a kiss on the cheek.How did a kiss on the mother fucking cheek have you reacting this way?

“G-Goodnight Jung—” but the door is already softly closing in your face before you can finish your sentence.

~~~~~

The sun is coming through the blinds in the most offending way, you want to open your eyes and start the day but you just cannot. You have a raging headache from all the wine you quickly drank and you come to accept your fate—you’re hungover. As hell. You crack one eye open to see the time on the clock: 1:52pm

Immediately you sit up in bed, realizing you have slept way too long. How late did you and Jungkook stay up last night? Oh, last night. You smile softly at the memories of the night before. It was a perfect BFF slumber party. You haven’t seen Jungkook that happy in a while and you wonder if the same goes for you.

But then reality sets in—Taehyung is going to be here in 2 hours and you haven’t even thought about what you’re packing for your trip. You still need to eat, shower and get ready. You begin to mentally pack for your trip when you hear a single knock on your door before its opening up and a wild Jungkook appears.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He says with his signature bunny grin on his face.

“Jungkook! Help me pack!” you jump out of bed and walk to your closet, dragging out an oversized overnight bag.

“Like, parent appropriate clothes—I am freaking out by the way. I am meeting Tae’s parents and would if they don’t like me?”

“Relax, relax.” Jungkook walks inside your closet, bringing out a few clothing options. “They’re going to love you.”

“Do you…” you chew on your bottom lip, “Do you think your parents would have loved me?” you ask cautiously.

Jungkook freezes. He is silent for several long moments, making you believe you should not have asked that. But then he turns to face you with a strange smile, “Mom and dad would have adored you.” Then he pats your shoulder. “I put in some good options by the way.” He says pointing to the bag.

“Oh thanks.” You say totally caught off guard. “Okay I’m going to shower can you please, pretty please make me something to eat? I will love you forever.”

“You already love me forever.” Jungkook states matter of fact. “But sure, but don’t blame me if you don’t like what I make.”

“Oh god, you’re making me instant ramen aren’t you?”

“Love you.” He says, walking out of your room.

~~~~~~

“I made a playlist for our drive.” Taehyung hands you his phone, “It’s called ‘Meet the Parents’” he laughs to himself, pointing at the playlist on the screen for you to click.

“The first song is called ‘Please love me’ by Colde” you chuckle, “You think you are funny, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little” he smirks. “But really, relax. My parents are chill, they’re gonna like you, I promise.

“Well, we have a 2 hour drive Tae Tae.” Taehyung blushes hard at the nickname and for once it does not go unnoticed by you.

“I have a question for you y/n…”

You quirk a brow at his curiosity, “What is it?”

“How do you have the opportunity to fake date me? Like, don’t you have someone you like or guys chasing after you?”

“Oh I don’t have much luck with that.” You answer honestly. “With dating and such.”

“And why’s that?” he pries deeper.

“To be honest most guys I have dated end up dumping me if I don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

You grip your purse in your lap, your hold so tight your fingers become sore.

“Dump Jungkook.” You breathe out, “They were always so jealous of him…and… gave me a choice. Them or him,” you pick at the material of your purse, “I always chose Jungkook.” You huff, “Besides I didn’t like those guys that much anyway.”

Taehyung is quietly listening to you, nodding his head at your words. Once at a stop light he turns to face you,

“Yet when I asked you to dump Jungkook, you did.” He points out in a hushed tone.

“I…” you pause, thinking carefully on what to say. “I guess I did.”

Taehyung smiles. But it isn’t his boxy grin, it’s an odd smile. You become anxious, “But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Right.” Taehyung says before facing the road again, accelerating through the green light.

“How did you and Jungkook becomes so close anyway?”

You can’t help but simper.

“Well, we met at a frat party but ended up at a 24 diner until like 9 the next morning. We just—we just really hit it off. I felt like I could say or be anything in front of Jungkook and he would always just give me a silly look and accept whatever it is, whatever I am. You know when you just vibe with someone so well?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Well that was us. We could say anything and still always want to continue the conversation. We ended up taking some of the same classes and studied together then that turned into regular hang outs and then it was like bam—I was with him almost every day.” You smile fondly at the memories.

Taehyung glances at you, he wears a sad smile as he asks, “Have either of you ever caught feelings for the other?”

You choke on the air around you, “What?” then that night from freshmen year flashes in your mind, “No…no.” you say trying to convince him, or is it to convince yourself?

The next few minutes are pretty quiet during the drive, but nothing awkward. You unzip your purse to pull out your phone to see you have unread messages from Jimin.

Jimin 5:30pm

Hey babe, heard you were going to meet Tae’s parents

Jimin 5:31pm

How is Jungkook feeling?

y/n 5:44pm

what do u mean

Jimin 5:45pm

y/n…nothing girl

y/n 5:45pm

????

Jimin 5:46pm

It’s really nothing. Anyway

Jimin 5:46pm

You and tae huh

Jimin 5:46pm

I am happy for you and tae…if that’s what you really want

You stare down at the phone in your hands, contemplating whether to tell Jimin the truth. He is one of your best friends after all.

y/n 5:55pm

tbh with u jimin…im not really dating tae..were just pretending to get this girl off his back

Jimin 5:56pm

What???? Really?? Wait, what girl?

y/n 5:57pm

Some chick named Anna

Jimin 5:57pm

Wait…Anna…?

Incoming call: Jimin

“Are you going to answer that?” Taehyung asks from beside you.

You want to but you two are pulling into his parents drive way and you don’t want your first impression to be that you were on your phone, so you send Jimin a quick text that you can’t talk.

You and Taehyung step out of the car and his parents are already standing outside on the porch. His father has his wife in his arms, they look happy to see Taehyung—they look happy in general.

“Oh! My baby bear!” his mother strides forward until Taehyung is wrapped in her loving arms. She sways their bodies back and forth as she smiles and laughs, the joy of having her son with her evident.

Taehyungs dad is about the same, he pulls him in for a tight hug and scolds him for not visiting more. Then it is your turn. You stand there awkwardly but not for long because Taehyungs mother is embracing you all the same.

“I have seen lots of pictures of you! But you are even prettier in person!” she gushes, her hands holding yours. You can’t help the blush that creeps up on your face as she speaks to you.

“Why don’t you two come inside?” his father gestures towards the house, “We got dinner nice and hot.”

Taehyung blushes as he watches his parents interact with you, he knew they would warm up to you fast but still it makes his heart race.

Dinner goes by quickly, his parents talking a storm. They begin sharing childhood stories about Taehyung and show you baby pictures as he sits there protesting. His pouting face is so cute you could die.

“And here he is with just a towel!” his mom squeals. “But I am sure you have seen that view already.”

“mom…” Taehyung draws out the word in a whine. You just giggle as she continues to show you pictures of baby Tae Tae.

Finally, Taehyungs sister joins the party and she teases him just as much as their parents. You feel right at home with the Kim’s. They are warm and inviting and make you feel so…at peace.

“Oh!” Mrs. Kim pauses, “look at the time!” she points down at her watch that rests on her left wrist.

“It’s gotten so late, my my. Well, us old folks are heading to bed. You two should get some rest as well.” She motions towards you and Taehyung. “Taehyung can show you the room you two will be staying in.”

“Room? As in singular?” you sputter out.

“Well, we only have one room open. One bed.” She juts her lip out innocently. “I figure you two are a couple so…”

“Yeah, we will be fine.” Taehyung cuts in. “Get some rest mom…dad.” He nods towards his father.

One room? One bed? With The Kim Taehyung. Granted that yes, you have become like, friends with Tae so you are more comfortable. But to share a room? Share a bed?

You follow Tae up the stairs and down the hall to a bedroom. It has a single queen size bed in the middle of the room against the wall. You feel flustered like it’s the first time you spoke to him.

“I can sleep on the floor if you want.” Taehyung offers with a shy smile and all your worries vanish. That’s right, Taehyung is a gentlemen and you have nothing to worry about.

“No, it’s fine” you assure him, “We are adults Tae, we can share a bed.”

Your hangover still lingers and the drive is starting to take its toll, your eyes feeling heavy as sleep invites you to visit.

“Let’s sleep.” You yawn out.

Taehyung nods his head with a smile and walks towards the bathroom, “I’ll get ready for bed in here,” he motions towards the bathroom, “and you can change in here. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“Alrighty”

You fall asleep quickly, letting your dreams take over for the night.

Winter break just started and you are supposed to go see your parents but when you found out your new friend Jungkook was going to be spending the holidays alone in his dorm you just could not let that slide.

“It’s not a big deal, y/n. I’m used to it.” He states in a plain fashion.

“it IS a big deal JK. My parents can handle one Christmas without me, but I am afraid you cannot.” You say with a smirk.

“Why are you doing this for me?” Jungkook is typing away on his laptop working on a last minute assignment his professor is letting him turn in late.

“Because even though I’ve only known you for like, 4 months, you’re like my closest friend here.”

“Don’t act like you have a closer friend somewhere else”

“Why do you have to call me out like that?”

Jungkook snickers, click clacking away on his keyboard, “Finally, I’m finished.” He says closing the laptop. Jungkook looks up at you.

“Go catch your flight y/n.” he says with a soft smile.

“Not happening.” You say more seriously.

Jungkook just stares at you for a long while and you stare right back. When the two of you look into one another’s eyes it’s never weird or awkward. You always relish in it.

“You’re something else aren’t you?” he breaks into a toothy grin. “What would we do anyway?”

“We can have a slumber party? And call it BFF slumber party.”

“Sounds fun” Jungkook stands from his rolling chair and sits on the edge of his bed with you.

“You know, you might be the best friend I have ever had.” He whispers.

Christmas passes by in a flash and NYE’s is right around the corner. Your friends are going to be back for NYE’s because of all the parties that required all of your attendances.

New Year’s eve has arrived and you sit in your dorm with Trina as the two of you get ready for the night.

“I hope Stephanie is going to be there tonight…” Trina mumbles under her breath, “If not this outfit is a complete waste.”

You giggle as you apply your red lipstick in the mirror. You get a text from Jimin that he and Jungkook are already headed to the party so you rush Trina to get ready to go.

The party is booming. There are decorations everywhere, people everywhere, and drinks everywhere. You sip on a few beers, wanting to stay at least a little sober so you remember the night, and you hope Jungkook isn’t too trashed either.

Hours pass, lots of dancing goes down and more drinks go down…your throat. It was all fun and games until Jimin called for your group of friends to head to a bedroom to play an innocent game of truth or dare.

You stick to Jungkook’s side as the two of you stumble up the stairs, laughing loudly and holding hands to keep each other stable.

You all sat in a circle in the room, talking and laughing until Jimin clanked a glass with a spoon like a fancy bitch to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay first, lets start with Trina! Truth or Dare?” Jimin smirks.

“Dare, obviously.”

“Okay,” Jimin thinks for a few moments, “I dare you to flash everyone your tits.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Trina says as she quickly lifts her shirt. She was already braless. You and Jungkook cackle at the scene unfolding.

“Okay, Hobi…truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He says with an excited grin.

“Dare you to take 3 shots in a row.”

And the night went on like this until it was Jimins turn again,

“Jungkook, truth or dare?” Jimin had an evil glint in his eye, you should of known he was up to no good.

“Dare.” Jungkook says with a cocky smile.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

“y/n?” Taehyung shakes you a bit more, “y/n?”

“Huh?” you begin to open your eyes and take in your view. You are in a small bedroom, there are posters on the wall and a small desk next to the bedroom door. And most importantly a Kim Taehyung in front of your face.

“What…What time is it?” you ask, sleep still evident in your voice.

“9:00” he grins down at you. “We’re going strawberry picking today, get dressed!”

You rub your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the sleep that crusted them but it is no use, you are still exhausted.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

Why? Why did you dream that memory? You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the lingering dream in your mind. That was a long time ago, time to move on.

You quickly shower and get dressed and meet Taehyung and his parents for breakfast.

“Wow, smells good!” you inhale the air, while smiling sweetly to Mrs. Kim.

“Do you cook y/n?” she asks, looking eager to know.

“Yeah, I do. Well, sometimes.” You laugh to yourself “My roommate is useless in the kitchen so someone has to cook.”

“That’s great!” Mrs. Kim exclaims, nodding approvingly to her husband. “Taehyungs last girlfriend couldn’t even toast a poptart.” She rolls her eyes but then smiles at you again.

Last girlfriend? You don’t recall Taehyung ever having a girlfriend in the time you have known him. Must have been a while.

“Mom…” Taehyung warns,

“Oh alright, we aren’t talking about her. What was her name again?”

“Mom.”

“Okay okay.”

You awkwardly play with your fingers at their back and forth. Who was his girlfriend? Were they dating more recently? Why has the energy shifted so much in the kitchen?

“So you two are going strawberry picking huh? That’ll be fun. Be sure you bring back the reddest, juiciest ones you can find!” Mr. Kim chimes in.

You and Taehyung arrive at the strawberry farm a couple hours later, you two are some of the only people there.

“Small town.” Taehyung explains.

“More for us.” You poke your tongue out. “You must really like strawberries Tae.”

“Actually, no. I’m tired of them.” His laughter fills your ears, you watch as he sways into your side “But it’s still fun and we can take some cute pics here.”

“Yeah, true.” You try to smile brightly but fall short. “Well I’m glad we’re getting some because Jungkook eats all the damn strawberries at home!” Taehyung watches as you giggle and he frowns.

You spend time walking side by side, taking lots of photos, and enjoying one another’s company. The wonderful breeze rushes through you, making you feel alive and well.

“No way! Trina did not do that!” Taehyung laughs so hard, shaking his whole body.

“I swear! I told her she was going to get caught but that bitch does not listen to me.” You laugh alongside him.

“And I swear to you, I was not about to get caught with her so me and Jungkook ran for it. I would rather fucking die.” You laugh again.

“You don’t say that type of stuff in front of Jungkook, do you?” Taehyungs tone becomes serious, surprising you.

“What stuff?” you tilt you head in confusion.

“You know ‘wanting to die’ bullshit. He really hates that because well, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t say that around him, he’s real sensitive about that for some reason.” You laugh awkwardly, swinging your arms side to side as you two walk.

“Well for good reason. Right?”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing…” Taehyung releases a shaky breath. “It’s not my place to tell you.”

“If it’s about my best friend—”

“Sorry. Not my place.” Taehyung says more harshly. “Let’s just change the subject.”

Your mind begins racing…why is Jungkook so sensitive about that? What isn’t he telling you?

“Don’t think too much about it y/n.” Taehyung says softly. “He will tell you eventually.”

“Oh…” you bow your head down, “Okay…”

“Well, tell me more about you Tae.”

“what do you want to know?”

“let’s start with the basics! What’s your favorite color?”

Taehyung looks up at the sky and hums to himself, “I don’t have one but today maybe it’s blue.”

“You don’t have a favorite color? Why blue today?”

“The sky. It’s so pretty. I wish I could find this exact shade of blue and recreate this sky…” he sighs to himself, “But then again maybe today it’s green.” He gestures towards your top. “Because it brings out the color in your eyes.”

You pause mid walk, tilting your head up at him. “You like green today because I…I’m wearing it?”

“Is that strange?” he stops walking as well, “Because your eyes—”

“Why not choose the color of my eyes?” you tease.

“Because I like what wearing green does to them specifically.” He rubs your shoulder, “Come on, let’s keep going.”

You nod your head and the two of you continue your walk, he takes your hand in his and you smile to yourself. This feels like a real date.

“What are you most afraid of?” you feel his hand grow sweaty in your palm. “Like, for example, Jungkook doesn’t like spiders or…”

“Being left.” He blurts out. “But yeah, not a fan of spiders either.” He chuckles.

“Being left?”

Taehyung walks towards a bench and sits down, you follow his lead taking a seat close to him. He takes a few deep breaths and lowers his head.

“Imagine a parent or a significant other or even a friend…they say they love you and stuff…but then change their mind or something happens and they end up leaving. That’s what I’m most afraid of. Being left alone.”

You bite your lip, you realize he and Jungkook have this in common. Your hand rushes to find his, you gently stroke your thumb over his golden skin. “Someone would be absolutely crazy to abandon you, Taehyung.”

Surprising you, he scoffs.

“I’m serious…you are…just amazing. You’re sweet, funny, caring and kind and you make great art and you have great taste in movies…you also know the best pizza…” you continue to stroke his skin as you ramble, “You have the most genuine heart, Taehyung.”

Taehyung lifts his head to face you, he looks pained.

“y/n…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m here for you, you know?” you scoot closer to him on the bench and Taehyung leans into you.

“You’re too good to me…” Taehyung whispers so quietly you barely hear him. “You really think that of me?”

“Of course, I do. You make me feel…” the words die on your tongue when you feel Taehyung cup your jaw with his hand.

“You make me feel….too.” he whispers just loud enough that you hear him loud and clear.

Then Taehyung leans back, his hand dropping from your face, “I have to tell you something.”

“No.” you cut in. Whatever it is it can wait. Because…because you know it’s not something that will make you happy and you don’t want this weekend to be ruined. You just know.

“Tell me another time?” you lean into him, your fingers intertwining with his. “Please…”

Taehyung exhales deeply, frustration written all over his face. He turns in his seat to face you.

“Soon.” He promises.

“Ha, you sound like Jungkook.”

“Do you always find a way to talk about Jungkook?” Taehyung lifts your chin with his fingers.

“W-What?”

Taehyung looks serious for a second before he cracks a smile and laughs, “I’m just teasing you.”

~~~~~

“Wait, wait. So you’re telling me you ALSO love museums?!” Taehyung squeezes your hand in excitement.

“Yeah, they’re really interesting.” You smile.

“Oh my god, all our friends think they’re so boring. Well, Namjoon likes them. Anyway, why haven’t we gone on a museum date? I want to take you so bad now!” His eyes are shining like a child, you can’t help but adore him.

“Then let’s go sometime Tae.”

Taehyung lowers the basket he’s holding to the ground and takes your basket and sets it on the ground as well.

“I really…” Taehyung pauses, reaching his hand to grab yours. “Really had a nice time with you today.

You look down at your joined hands and smile. “Me too, Tae Tae.”

Taehyung leans over and pecks your cheek. It makes you smile.

“What was that for?” you ask shyly. “There’s no people around.” You chuckle a bit bitterly.

“Just felt like it,” his soft smile making you swoon. “Should we head back? My parents will probably be in bed by the time we make it back home.”

“Sure.”

~~~~~

The house is dark and quiet when you enter through the front door. Only the sound of the ceiling fan rotating in cold, noisy circles could be heard. It was oddly calming and made the long day catch up to you.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Tae whispers into your ear and it tickles.

The two of you head up the flight of stairs and enter the bedroom. You take turns using the bathroom to get ready for bed, once all done you make your way under the covers and slowly close your eyes.

“y/n?”

You turn over in bed to face Taehyung, your faces just inches apart.

“Yes?” you whisper.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this.” The guilt in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, as usual. “I wish there was something more I could do for you…”

“You’re already buying me coffee.” You giggle.

“I want to do more,” Taehyung gulps “I want to…” he scoots even closer to you, his hot breath fanning your face. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste and his natural scent. It fills your nostrils and you suck in a sharp breath.

“You want to what?” you say with a shaky voice.

Taehyungs breathing begins to quicken, you can feel each rushed breath and you wonder what’s gotten into him.

“What do you want to do, Tae?” you ask again.

You can see Taehyungs tongue dart out to wet his lips and you can’t help but stare. His lips look so plump and delicious, you want a bite.

“I…I don’t know…” he turns to lay on his back. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

“I wanted to kiss more than your cheek today.” He turns back over to his side to face you again. “Is that wrong?”

Taehyung wanted to kiss you? Like, kiss you kiss you? You feel happy, yes. But do you feel your heart racing in excitement? You don’t know.

“Tae—”

“Even now, I still want to…kiss you…” his hand brushes against the skin of your cheek and you start to feel your heart beat just a little faster. Finally…

“But,” he pulls backs, “It’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Why would it be wrong?”

“Because…y/n…I have to tell you some—”

You quickly lean over to seal his lips with yours. Usually your kisses are short and sweet and tender but this time you use more force as you press your lips over his mouth, the kiss sloppy and heated. He instantly kisses you back with fervor, your tongue prodding its way into his mouth and he obliges in seconds, his tongue playing with yours. You moan into his mouth and Taehyungs hands are all over you, they travel into your hair, down your back, grabbing your hips and rubbing your ass.

“Tae…” you whine out

Taehyungs fingers play with the hem of your shorts and you push your hips into his.

“Please.” You beg for more.

“But wait—”

“Please.” You repeat.

Taehyung stares at you for several long moments, thinking of what to do…he wants to devour you, if he had to be honest. But is this right? But he…

Then his eyes go dark, his gaze piercing.

“I’m going to taste you.” He says in voice so deep you even question that its him.

Next thing you know your shorts are pulled down along with your panties and Taehyungs mouth is an inch away from devouring you.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans into your heat, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. And again and again. You quietly whimper into the pillow as his tongue fucks you.

“More Taehyung, more…” you moan, your hands gripping his hair.

Taehyung smirks up at you and inserts two fingers into your greedy cunt, he curls and scissors them inside you making you weep pathetically.

“That feel good sweetheart?”

Then he’s diving back in, his tongue assaulting your clit until you feel the buildup of your inevitable orgasm—you mean, it is Kim Taehyung.

He gives your clit one last good suck before you are reaching your high, pulling on his locks and moaning at a higher pitch. Fuck, that was good.

“You sound so fucking hot when you come…” Taehyung moves back up the bed as you lay there breathless. “Next time I want you coming on my—”

Taehyung stops himself from finishing that sentence. You watch as he groans into his hands, “I mean, if you want there to be a next time.”

“Of course I do, Tae.” You flip to your side and find his lips. You give him a long kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “How could I not?”

Taehyung savors your lips on his, he finds his hands in your hair again as he deepens it. He should feel like shit but somehow he feels…good. And he’s confused as hell for it.

~~~~~

The next morning comes by quickly, you are saying your goodbyes to the Kim’s with promises that you will return soon. And you secretly hope you do.

The drive back to Uni is a slow one, you and Taehyung listen to his playlist and chat every now and then while he holds your hand. You smile like an idiot the whole time.

Taehyungs phone is in your hand as you slide through the music options, you’re about to choose a song when he receives an incoming text.

Anna 10:08am

You think that will work, Taehyung? Try harder.

You slide the message up, trying to ignore it. You don’t want some stalker to ruin the good mood you’re in. But you can’t help but wonder what she is talking about. And why hasn’t he blocked her? You don’t say anything to Taehyung, he is also in a good mood and you don’t want to ruin it. He’s humming the tune from the car speakers and lifts his hand that holds yours and kisses it.

Another hour passes and you and Taehyung are in front of your apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Taehyung questions sweetly.

“I’m sure!” you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek and turn around to walk away.

“Oh no you don’t.” Taehyung chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips. Then another kiss and then another. “Now you can go.” He teases.

You break out in a wide grin, and tilt your head up to kiss him one last time.

You walk up the steps to your apartment, and walk towards your front door. What an amazing weekend, you think. You got to know Taehyung a lot better, you met his parents and you two shared an unforgettable night—at least for you. Oh no. Should you have returned the favor? Instead of worrying about it you decide it’s okay, he owes you after all. You chuckle to yourself as you unlock the front door.

You step inside your apartment with a an idiotic, dopey ass smile plastered on your face.

“What’s with you?” Jungkook asks from the living room couch.

“Oh nothing,” You sing, “Just had a really good weekend.”

“Oh? So I guess meeting his parents went well?” Jungkook stands to meet you at the entrance, he takes your bag for you and sets it down.

“That too.” You giggle.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, “I’m serious, what’s up with you?” he can’t help but smile. You look so happy.

“Nothing we just… we just…” you bite your lip, contemplating on what to tell Jungkook.

“You… just?” his smile begins to fade as realization hits him. Then his face hardens. “Did he fuck you?” Jungkook’s voice is lower than you have ever heard it.

“What?” you choke out.

“I asked if this asshole fucked you?”

“Okay, one: he’s not an asshole. Two: no, he did not fuck me.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes.

Telling Jungkook the truth will probably only upset him for some reason so you decide against it. You don’t need his negativity right now. Finally, fucking finally, Taehyung is crossing a line with you…on the side where friendship is beginning to become blurred and nothing makes you more excited. You have been waiting for this, you have spent so much time with him and and… you need this.

“Okay…” Jungkook leans down and picks up your bag and heads to your room. You watch as he swings the bedroom door open and set the bag inside.

“Wanna order some food?” he calls out, walking towards you again.

“Honestly we got up pretty early this morning so I think I’ll take a quick nap. But after? If you’re willing to wait a couple hours?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Get some rest.” He smiles, jumping back on the couch and pressing play on whatever show he was watching.

Your bed is so unbelievably soft and warm that as soon as you sink in the sheets your eyes are already closing in exhaustion. But your mind stays awake…you think about the weekend you just had with Taehyung and all the progress you have made. You like him so much, you want nothing more than for him to feel the same way. At least you think you…anyway. You recall his lips kissing down your body, his tongue teasing your thighs, his hands gripping your hips.

Taehyungs dark eyes as he stares up from you is without a doubt one of the sexiest things you have had the pleasure of witnessing. Wait—why one of? Why can’t it be the sexiest thing you have ever seen? Then different images bombard your brain but you’re quick to throw them away. Only Taehyung lives in your mind rent free, god damn it. He ain’t gotta pay a penny.

You think about the light, teasing kisses he left on your neck…you think about his fingers and how they fucked you, god they felt so fucking good. You smile as you think about what else he could do for you…your lazy smile widens at the thought.

Your eyes are still closed and images of Taehyung run wild in your mind as you start to doze off. Yes, you can fall asleep with him in your thoughts. Your body feels heavier and heavier as sleep finally takes over, you welcome Taehyung in your dreams as well. At least you hope you dream of him.

The bed creaks beneath you as Jungkook guides you further up the mattress, his body hovering your own. His hands come to slide up your arms as you shiver under his touch.

“I’m giving you goosebumps.” He says while lightly stroking your arm, feeling each bump under his fingertips. “What else do I do to you?”

“So many things Jungkook…” you heavily breathe out, your chest is heaving at this point. The anticipation of his touch is driving you nuts.

“Need to find out.” He simply states, his head lowering down to the crook of your neck. He breathes you in and lowers himself between your spread legs.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” You don’t mean to whimper, but you do. You fucking do.

Jungkook’s slender fingers make their way skimming across your bare stomach until he reaches the hem of your panties. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I want these off, is that okay?”

You only nod your head.

“Words y/n. When you’re with me you use your words okay baby?” His fingers begin lowering your panties down. “Lift yourself for me.” And you obey. Jungkook slides your panties down your legs and you’re left completely naked underneath him.

“God, I can just see how wet you are.” You immediately force your legs shut, feeling embarrassed at his words.

“Not uh, I don’t think so. You got this wet for me? I want to see it. Open for me, baby.” Very hesitantly you begin to move your legs apart, the blush on your face deepening.

The rest is almost a blur. You can recall his fingers spreading your folds, you whining for him to touch more of you. You can recall his mouth hovering your pussy, his tongue swirling around your clit. You can recall his fingers stretching you out and moaning out his name. It’s what came next that is very clear in your mind. Its him kissing your lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and his cock sliding between your folds. The desire you feel for him is very real and he can feel that.

“Please, Jungkook!” You gasp out, as he teases his cock at your entrance.

Jungkook slides his gorgeous cock into you inch by glorious inch. His cock twitching inside your pulsating pussy, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Jungkook slams his eyes shut, his teeth gritting in anticipation as he waits for you to give the ok. You only gasp for air as he bottoms out, his dick reaching places no one ever has before, you slowly nod your head giving him permission to fuck you into oblivion. He says he could, so you’ll believe him. .

Jungkook opens an eye to look at you carefully, your face contorted in pleasure showing him how you are indeed okay to go on. Jungkook’s hand massages your hips, his touch setting your skin on fire. He begins to slowly ease out of you until just the tip remains then he slams his hips into yours. His body falls forward and he lifts your head up with his free hand and brings you closer for a wild kiss. He grinds himself into you deliciously, his hips rocking back and forth causing you to moan out for him over and over.

“Please…please.” You pant, rolling your hips into his as you meet his desperate thrusts.

“Please what, princess?” he breathes out heavily, “Told you that when you’re with—” He begins fucking into you faster, “When you’re with me…to use your words.” His pace is bruising, causing you to choke on the air around you.

“Please, harder.” You manage to get out while gripping on to his wide shoulders, your finger nails digging into his soft skin.

Jungkook smirks down at you, his eyes shining with something you can’t quite describe.

“Harder?” he questions, his lips coming down to suck bruises into your neck. “Deeper too?” he bites a particular spot that makes you groan.

“Just—just need more of you…” you grab his hair by the handful and yank his head back and bring his face to yours. Your lips meeting his.

His tongue slips past your lips, tongues dancing to the beat of his thrusts. His cock is buried so deep within you that you feel you are no longer a single person but now a person merged with another. You have never felt more connected.

Jungkook whines at the sight of you—your lips apart and eyes barely open. Your head is thrown back showing Jungkook all the pretty blooming bruises on your skin.

“So fucking pretty.” He grits out, eyes lit on fire.

You’re barely able to respond as he thrusts into you even harder, your tits bouncing with each movement.

“Gonna come soon…” he says between heavy breaths, his pace becoming sloppy.

“Gonna come inside me?” you cry out, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Need you to come with me baby”

You could of came from his cock alone, that you are sure of but when his fingers meet your sensitive clit, you are seeing stars. He’s rubbing messy circles, easily sliding around from how wet you are, his fingers getting drenched.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly his fingers bring you to orgasm.

You gasp out, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming he’s drawn from your body. “Fuuuuuucckk.” You whine, your orgasm leaving you breathless.

“I—I’m coming…” he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

He fucks into you quickly before stilling his hips and shooting his cum deep within you, decorating your walls. He doesn’t move. You don’t move. He stays buried to the hilt, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You aren’t much better, your breaths also harsh. You look to the nightstand to read the clock that says 4 AM. Fuck, what did you do?

You just fucked your best friend.

Panicked and out of breath, you sit up in bed. Sweat forming on your hairline and dribbling down the side of your face. Why? Why this dream of all dreams? Why this memory?

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